rants, short stories, and random thoughts

Long nights

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
I'm trying I'm trying to sleep
But I can't
But I can't
When you all have
Guns for hands
-Guns for Hands by twenty øne piløts 

First Person view

  For as long as I could remember, I've had trouble sleeping at night
Long, tireless nights full of late night thoughts.
My mum would always fuss at me when I would be up at 3 am, and would make me just lay in bed until I fell asleep. No lights, books, or TV. I decided to take some old faerie lights and string them around the room. It helped a little, until my mum found out, and shouted at me.
   School is kinda hard, considering I'm always tired. I know my parents want me to do better in school, but they never help me with stuff like homework. I've told them about my impossibility to sleep, but my dad said that he doesn't want to hear excuses. I've grown close to my friend Jamie and his mum and dad, and I always can count on them to help me, and I guess I consider them more of a family than my actual relatives, which is strange, but I don't care what other people think at this point.