It’s 3:42 and I’m looking out my window into the parking lot. I hate night time. I can’t quiet my thoughts enough to sleep. And I’ve tried everything. It’s all of the little questions in life that pop into my head. How big is space, when will I get my first real job, where will my brother go to college, how much longer will I be awake, when do I find the….. answer to all of these questions and so many more. Sometimes I read at night. But I fall in love with the characters and cry when they die. Other times I’ll just think about my life; ironically enough, I cry about that too. Actually, I cry at most things. Ask anyone I know. Sing me happy birthday and I will cry. Let me hear a love song or read a poem about divorce. My grandma says nothing good happens after midnight, but she’s wrong. In all reality nothing good happens after 2am. It’s when the night gets brisk. The bars close up and I sit here and think about
I fall asleep better to Battlefield noises than to my own thoughts….
The overwhelming realization that you have so much to do in so little time. Everyone brace yourselves. It’s about to be State Meeting and this girl is not prepared. Here’s to a week full or certificates, labels and ribbons.
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