sophomore year starts tmr. if my insomnia doesnt stop now, i dont know how i'll survive sophomore year. my parents are getting annoyed by me being up on my comp so late into the night. its the same as being in bed just tossing and turning. i cant sleep anyways. they then make me shut down the comp and turn off my light. i lay on my bed staring off into the empty dark sky of the night... then the cs comes. for what reasons ? i dont know... and its pissing me off... these cs just annoy me.they dont stop... hardly anyone around me can ever fully understand that feeling of lying awake in bed in the middle of the night. having your thoughts go wander on their own. the feeling of it... the silence of the room. silence really is the loudest noise... and sometimes i just cant stand it. so dont say anything if i have an iPod plugged in. i love my iPod. it distracts me. which is also why sometimes it can be loud. its like an escape... and you. i dont need you to tell me how to dress up. if you can accept me for who i am, then just shutup and leave. dont comment on my jeans and teeshirts. i dont need your advice on handbags and accesories. just shutup.

sophomore year starts tmr. if my insomnia doesnt stop now, i dont know how i'll survive sophomore year. my parents are getting annoyed by me being up on my comp so late into the night. its the same as being in bed just tossing and turning. i cant sleep anyways. they then make me shut down the comp and turn off my light. i lay on my bed staring off into the empty dark sky of the night... then the cs comes. for what reasons ? i dont know... and its pissing me off... these cs just annoy me.they dont stop... hardly anyone around me can ever fully understand that feeling of lying awake in bed in the middle of the night. having your thoughts go wander on their own. the feeling of it... the silence of the room. silence really is the loudest noise... and sometimes i just cant stand it. so dont say anything if i have an iPod plugged in. i love my iPod. it distracts me. which is also why sometimes it can be loud. its like an escape... and you. i dont need you to tell me how to dress up. if you can accept me for who i am, then just shutup and leave. dont comment on my jeans and teeshirts. i dont need your advice on handbags and accesories. just shutup.