There are nights where i wish i could sleep, that i didnt have the nightmares. They kept coming back and it seemed like they never stopped. I finally found a few blankets to keep warm, i also found my stash of diet 7-UP. I just sat there with my lamp on, my open can of the 7-UP bubbling and my pen twirling throughout my fingers. I don't want nights like this; Antonio and I were over and i needed to get my brain away from that, i also found interest in Netflix, it was like a new friend.
"Tyyyyyy!!!" I hear my roommate grumbling.
"What now Champlain?" I respond putting down my pen.
"Go. To. Bed! Its 2 in the fucking morning!!!" I laughed, usually my light didnt bother her but this time it kept her up.
"Ya i see that, i can't sleep." I pick up my pen again.
"I dont fucking care!! Try to sleep!" I see her pillow go from her room to the hallway.
I turn off my light and put my stuff away but i still cant sleep. All the doctors that have seen me tell me there isnt anything wrong with me which is a lie, there are many nights when i want to kill myself just to get away from the drama. I lay in my bed looking at the spray painted roof, i did it for nights like this. I needed to try to get rest without any nightmares. Hopefully this was the night they all stopped.
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