I have not been able to sleep for about 2 weeks now. This actually happens to me quite a bit, up until college I neverrrr slept. Like would go bed at the tender of 9:30 probably fall asleep around 10:30 and toss and turn all night until I had to wake up at 6:30 to go to school. It picked back up when I graduated then I had surgery and went in and out of a weird time space consciousness (more on that later) I’m back in New York and the sleepless nights have begun again and I couldn’t be more pissed off. The moral of the story is, when I’m sleeping its precious time, and when I’m woken up I’m pissed. Whether it be by my carefully hung picture frames falling and crashing to the ground (Tuesday night) or my AC unit completely falling apart (last night) I am NOT a happy camper, as my mom would say.
The fact is, NOT everybody finds someone, no matter what good qualities they may have. There ARE people who don’t ever find someone to share their life with, despite their best efforts
People who fart on the bus should be exiled from society.
I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few
The hours between 12AM and 6AM have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either in top of the world or under it
I’m team #sleepallthedamntime