unsequential sleep patterns that don’t require sleep;

Type this and that; boredom written on the forehead. Hell yeah.

“Go Agumon; pepper spray!”
Hah. How do you lose weight without even trying? “Uh.. yeah I’ve been trying to lose weight, but I haven’t done anything yet.” Awe-shum.

Schools almost in session guysz; are you ready?

Hell no.

I need sleep, and I’ll be damn if I don’t get any. Because the funny thing is- is that I can’t sleep within the snap of your fingers, we all know that you can do it all by yo’self.

building a mountain made of sand

Sitting down on the couch staring at anything red, scared at what could jump out at you. For two days it rained cats and dogs this week.

The first night I slept in my room, but the second night I slept in the living room; to let my sister have her space, or whatever it is she needs.

Nothing really happened. Not much, but some old conclusions of such. You can’t exactly sleep worrying over the fact that your parents might wake up at any given moment, because your sister clearly thinks there knocked out.

I could be wrong. I guess I AM.

Thank god they didn’t wake up. But the sound of walking and the old floor creaking as they put the same amount of weight they would’ve put into any other day as they walked.

its funny how you pay attention to the sound at night; i couldn’t sleep. When can I?

But thats nothing new. its just.. I guess i just put too much thought into it that very night or early day. I guess I have to teach them how to be quiet. The whole stealth and sneaking around thing ISN’T their forte. But oh well. I was awake and I heard most of everything. That got me thinking about a story to write.

And then.. I started thinking about growing up. I didn’t want to. It scared the shit out of me. In a not so distant future I’ll be out of high school. WTF? Most people would be excited, but I’m scared shitless and I don’t want to go.

I’m not mature. Please stop saying I am. I just write what I feel. I don’t understand as much as you think I do.

Sneaking out sneaking it.. I thought they had more experience being older. God, why can’t I sleep? My face is crumbling and I just don’t fucking care anymore. Let it turn to broken pieces- ashes- dust. Let it turn to that.

I’m well aware that I’m not the most attractive- appealing in such manner or perfect in anyones eyes.

Unteachable and such. But can’t you just let that slide? Just for once. They’re not going away anytime soon. So why can’t you get use to it? WHY can’t they stop bickering over something so fucking petty?

It makes me want to get ran over by a car. Seriously, SHUT UP and GO HOME.

Currently listening to: Something Corporate- Down