Sleep Evades Me
Why the fuck can’t I sleep.
I’ve done it a thousand times before, all I have to do is close my eyes and let the darkness take me away. It’s not that hard. I repeat it everyday.
It’s as if sleep is running teasing me like the kids in 6th grade.
Anxiety tugs at my mind, never letting it stay still enough to sleep.
I need to sleep, I have a full day tomorrow. Full of things that I like to do, things that I may not be totally prepared for, but I have 18 years of experience behind me. Even if I fail, I can get back up.
I have done this so many times before.
This is insanely stupid. It could be a sign of mental illness, I think.
I don’t know, I know what mental illness looks like and I don’t fit the mold.
All the things I regret flow my head all at once.
The bike that was stolen last weekend, the packages that I didn’t file for insurance. The time that I ran away from someone asking me out in the 5th grade. All of the things that I could have done. Me in middle school deciding to play football instead of soccer. Me not taking a film class. The people that aren’t responding to the resumes that I send them. All of the money that I lose. The bass audition that i completely fucked up.
The white noise of the fans isn’t helping me, the black darkness of the night isn’t helping me.
I am just laying in my bed writing about how the fuck I can’t sleep. It helps?
I don’t know yet, I can’t write and sleep at the same time.
My brain is punishing me for not sleeping. I have a sleep monster banging against the inside of my head causing a pain that only a prescription of sleep will cure.
Perhaps I should just consume marijuana. I’ve heard that helps. But I’m under the age of where drugs don’t hurt the development of my brain.
But lack of sleep also prevents me from sleeping.
Is there a way that I can take a film class at college?
I don’t know if that’s a passion of mine yet. It could be.
I try to drown out the voices of my brain with the sounds of songs. But they still peep through. Reminding me of all that could have been.
I’m near tears. I have been having these problems.
I guess that professional help could help me.
Or not.
I don’t fucking know.
My facade is so god damned important to me.
Why did my parents have to be mean to me all the times that I had a fucking crush. They could have just let it go and asked about it instead of fucking teasing me with sharp tongues relentlessly.
I can’t fuycking deal. I fucked up all the goddmamned relationhsip that I had. Who the fuck am I supposed to blae]=me. should I blame sanyone? I mean i know I shouldn’t be doing it.,, but I sitll do it. I can’t tuyyep .
Ufck.
Damn. that was an emotional outcry.
Maybe I need to get close with someone?
It’s been a while.






