Ugh.
Didn't sleep... again. Went to bed at like three am last night. I hate that. My boyfriend is already alseep, in bed, and he has to wake up at 4am, and I can't just crawl in. I have to crawl in and be close or I won't be able to sleep anyways. Such a dilema
He doesn't mind, he cuddles in his sleep.
Still, though, not sleeping is starting to wear on me. I wake up tired, lay in bed going crazy all night, wake up tired again. If there's ever a moment when I'm tired enough to fall asleep, it only lasts for maybe an hour, than I'm up again. I invested in some sleeping pills a while ago, recommended by a girl I used to work with. WHEN they work, they're freaking awesome and I sleep like the dead, but after so long, you get ammune to them and have to stop taking them for a while. Badness.
So anyways... I wanna make coffee, but I'm almost out of sugar. I can't afford more sugar, and I can't decide whether or not I want to use the rest of it now. There's enough left for like two cups, and after that, well, I'm screwed.
I've been looking for a job forever and can't seem to find one. I really want to bartend, but I can't find a bartending job. At this point, I'll do anything... I'm so tired of Ramen and cheap hot dogs.
Anyways, enough about all that. How about another poem? An old one:
'End of the Line'
Hot wet saline tears
Stream down a worn pale face
Tired of lying here
Sick of this slow pace
Ripping old wounds open
Flesh tears open wide
No more wishful hoping
No more black tears cried
Same mistakes you made before
Yet somehow all so new
Stupid still to wish for more
Nothing left of you
Soul cries yet again
Pitiful waste of time
Won't make this mistake again
This is the end of the line
Talk to ya later
Didn't sleep... again. Went to bed at like three am last night. I hate that. My boyfriend is already alseep, in bed, and he has to wake up at 4am, and I can't just crawl in. I have to crawl in and be close or I won't be able to sleep anyways. Such a dilema
He doesn't mind, he cuddles in his sleep.
Still, though, not sleeping is starting to wear on me. I wake up tired, lay in bed going crazy all night, wake up tired again. If there's ever a moment when I'm tired enough to fall asleep, it only lasts for maybe an hour, than I'm up again. I invested in some sleeping pills a while ago, recommended by a girl I used to work with. WHEN they work, they're freaking awesome and I sleep like the dead, but after so long, you get ammune to them and have to stop taking them for a while. Badness.
So anyways... I wanna make coffee, but I'm almost out of sugar. I can't afford more sugar, and I can't decide whether or not I want to use the rest of it now. There's enough left for like two cups, and after that, well, I'm screwed.
I've been looking for a job forever and can't seem to find one. I really want to bartend, but I can't find a bartending job. At this point, I'll do anything... I'm so tired of Ramen and cheap hot dogs.
Anyways, enough about all that. How about another poem? An old one:
'End of the Line'
Hot wet saline tears
Stream down a worn pale face
Tired of lying here
Sick of this slow pace
Ripping old wounds open
Flesh tears open wide
No more wishful hoping
No more black tears cried
Same mistakes you made before
Yet somehow all so new
Stupid still to wish for more
Nothing left of you
Soul cries yet again
Pitiful waste of time
Won't make this mistake again
This is the end of the line
Talk to ya later
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You should definitely see a doctor about it.