I Think I Have Insomnia

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It's 2 A.M., and I'm awake still.

Yeah, insomnia is a real possibility.

I think I'll put on some music. Too bad I can't have a dance party.

Ooh, I love this song! Ain't Nobody (Love Me Better) by Felix Jaehn.

For a girl who can't dance, I sure do it a lot. Like this morning, for instance. I was listening to Tidal Wave by EVVY, and whipping my wet hair everywhere as I randomly jumped and moved my legs to the rhythm of the music. It's actually pretty scary-looking.

But what can I say? This is why nobody likes me.

When I published this, I realized that maybe this could be sort of offensive to someone who legitimately has insomnia. Like, I don't really know anything about it.

I would google it, but I'm too lazy. Anyways, I guess I'm sorry if this offends you, and if you know what insomnia actually is, enlighten me with a comment so I can re-evaluate my non-existent life.

My hair is really frizzy. It's so annoying. I usually either put it in a bun or a braid, but I'm always just jealous of those girls that can just leave their hair down. Like, I wish. I think I need another haircut. I used to have longer hair, but I cut it.

I honestly just wish I had straight, easy hair. But then again, straight, easy hair would so not match my personality.

I wonder what I'd look like if I got highlights. They'd be like orange-ish or red-ish maybe. Nah, I'd look ridiculous.

I need like better shampoo or something. I don't even know.

I've been so bored all spring break that I've made my bed every single day.

Honestly, these nights where I stay up so late that I begin to convince myself I have a sleeping disorder are the nights that have kept me sane.

It's really incredible what boredom can do to a girl. I've written so much on my second account and made covers for all of my book ideas. But since I'm an irresponsible piece of trash, I haven't updated either of the books that I already have published.

I have all these ideas, though. I really like writing shorter stories. I also basically only write humor. I mean, I can be deep and philosophical, but I'm really not a sad person.

Salty, maybe, but not sad.

Do you ever wonder if there's like one person out there that controls what becomes a trend and what doesn't? Like, wouldn't that be so cool, to be the guy (or girl) that looks through vines and pictures and celebrities and just goes "that one, right there, about the white vans. That's the one!"

I used to be a bit of a hipster on the inside, so all these trends used to bother me, but they don't really anymore. Hell, I dab about as much as any white boy in my school.

I've actually classified all the different types of dabs, but I won't bother sharing that with you.

I love classifying and sorting and making lists. It all helps my brain be very organized. I'm such a messy person that nobody that's ever seen my room or my locker or even my pencil pouch would ever believe me if I told them that I was organized on the inside.

But, I feel like it's true. My brain is very organized with thoughts and stuff. And whenever I feel like I have a lot on my mind, I'll write it down somewhere. Typically on my hand.

This one time, I drew this really pretty design in blue pen all over my hand in math class and then, without thinking, put my hand on my forehead. I had to go to the bathroom and wash i off, and people kept giving me these weird looks.

Well, I've got a doctor's appointment at seven forty five tomorrow morning (thanks mom) so I better sleep.

Not that I'll actually end up sleeping for at least another hour.