So This Might Be A Book

On Wattpad and Insomnia

It is currently 5:10 in the morning. No I'm not a morning person, I just haven't slept. I don't really know why I'm doing this because I know that unless I hold somebody's family hostage the amount of people who read this will be the amount of people who thought JFK needed a car with a roof. This isn't a novel because the characters in this are real. I might not even bother with fabricating a terrible alias for myself like Grey eyes. See I am very tired and whatever humor I normally have has gone down the metaphorical drain I keep under my pillow that also swallowed up the tears I cry at every semi emotional movie I watch, and my nearly nonexistent dignity.

I decided to use Wattpad because well it's free and whatever judgement I do get will most likely be over the internet and therefore won't bother me. I also chose it because I write instead of sleeping most nights. Which is where the Insomnia part comes in. It most likely is self inflicted, but I cannot sleep. Which means I am up most nights staring at the ceiling which unfortunately has no visible dots that I can count. If there were though I think there would be 3846. That happens to be the year my iPhone will go off on Christmas. Story for another time.

So I am here instead of sleeping. Nobody will actually care about this series of essays because I just called them essays. The Florida education system has built the mindset that essays are all five paragraphs and about whether or not schools should have uniforms. The reason I am making these as opposes to a novel is because I cannot make a novel yet. I as a writer am not competent enough to handle that and make characters. So instead I will write about me. Incidentally one of the most boring people I have had the displeasure of meeting. The other reason is because I am weak. This is therapy with an audience because I am an attention whore of the highest caliber. While I haven't been the reincarnation of Eor recently I am still just as pathetic and losing my tail just as often even though chances are it's somewhere between my bed and the fridge because during summer that is about as far as I feel comfortable moving.

That's right. You reader, assuming you are unfortunate enough to be reading this, are my therapist because I am a very pathetic person. Over the course of this collection of essays and emotionally charged internet slumber parties of one I hope to change me. That really is what our jobs are ultimately. Improve yourself and live a full life.

So I am on Wattpad, typing because I feel lonely. If you made it this far, you have way too much time on your hands and should consider your priorities in life. I'm going to return to marathoning three seasons of Scrubs in four days. Thank you for reading, welcome to my story.