Isomniatic (Creek)

Epilogue

Hi! I'm Tweek Tweak. Try not to confuse the last name. i know your thinking 'what an odd name for an boy' but don't blame me, blame my parents who thought that it was a good idea to name such a beautiful boy after such a strange and werid action. But i guess they have chose the perfect name, i'll explain why later but first let me tell you alittle about myself. Im an a overly paranoid, Twitchy, Short tempered , skinny, coffee addicted, and anxiety and ADD ridden blond teenage boy. I know i sound like a mess. That's because i am. That's who i am. Everything i am and do is just a mess. for example, my room can never stay clean and my bed can never stay made, my hair is so messy it looks spiky, i can't seem to button-up my green shirt correctly, and i can't keep my shoes tied into one simple bow. If ADD and Anxiety aint enough, i also have a habit of not sleeping, at night, at day, at all. My parents blame it on the coffee, Kids at school even came up saying that i stay up all night making sure the "Underpants gnomes" don't steal my underwear and i guess that myth got the best of me because that's one thing i have been looking out for. But the real reason is because i really just can't, no
matter how many times i count sheep no matter how many times i close my eyes and try to drift off i never ever could be able to close my eyes and fall asleep to dream land. The bags on my eyes were like bricks. I never felt unenergized because i had caffeine in the coffee to keep me awake and energized. It's always the same every night and day. Its a routine of mine that made itself on its own that i have grown used to. First, i wake up and attempt to button my pale green shirt correctly and brush my hair so it lies flat but it never budges. Second i go to school with my black backpack and coffee thermos. Third i go through all the painful eight hours of the seven class periods with the painful math and  super easy reading and my fellow classmates calling me names such as "Freak" and "Retard" with the occasional notes that are messily written with the two famous words of "Kill yourself." Finally i go home and try to fall asleep in my messy room, unmade bed, and hardly buttoned button up pale green shirt. Every. Single. Day. is the same. nothing changes and never will. At least  that is what i thought. until the day i met the sarcastic, need of flipping people off, no emotion showing, raven haired, green eyed, blue hoodie and chullo wearing boy. None other than the famous Craig motherfucking Tucker.