So, yeah, apparently I’m a panda.
Reorganizing your room at 3:55am like a boss.
"I CAN’T SLEEP.
A journal for passing the time when insomnia strikes and my brain is circling in on itself, cannibalizing the trivialities of the day and exaggerating the ticking of the clock, reminding me that every minute spent awake is another minute closer to when I’ll have to get up, though many of the great artists and sages were insomniacs and that’s part of yow they got so much done, so if I can’t sleep I might as well write and channel my misery into something productive.”
There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am.