Oh, the killer insomnia strikes again

[starsthatshine]

Oh dear lord. The killer insomnia strikes again. It's 3 AM and I haven't slept so much as an hour and I have to get up at 6 AM. Even if I by some miracle become tired now and go to bed it's still just THREE hours. And I have PE (we're going swimming *groan*) tomorrow. So far, I have done these following things instead of sleeping as I ought to:

• Read two chapters of Mansfield Park


• Written, by hand, the start of a story


• Contemplated on how stupid I was as a child and how mean I was to one friend in particular, whom I've now lost contact with and I haven't seen in several years even though we live in the same town. God, I wish I could just bump into him one day and tell him how absolutely sorry I am for being suck a brainless sheep as a child.


• Written a long embarrassing email to my entire school, finally taking matters into my own hands and deciding when I need to have the names of those who are interested in forming a study group.

God, why does insomnia have to be so insufferable? Why can't I just be knocked unconscious and sleep until my alarm wakes me (and the alarm tone is none other than Josh Groban's 'When you Say you love me' *sigh* How I love my Samsung L760.)? I guess fate wants to punish me for being a brainless ten year old whose only wish was to fit in with the "it crowd" and lost a good friend doing it. Seriously, I wish I could stop feeling guilty.

Nevertheless, I'm back to my endless Internet wanderings. You can find me on MSN, and if you don't have it I'm pretty sure my MSN is in my profile.

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[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

Contemplated on how stupid I was as a child and how mean I was to one friend in particular, whom I've now lost contact with and I haven't seen in several years even though we live in the same town. God, I wish I could just bump into him one day and tell him how absolutely sorry I am for being suck a brainless sheep as a child.


me too, babe. ♥

[aliasagent.livejournal.com]

I'm glad I'm not alone with this feeling, but for me... dude, it was just one of those people that I could like... really be myself with (think Micheal Cera's character in Juno) - he was a little bit weird, but a good kind of weird that made me comfortable. *sigh* Why can't people go back in time? I haven't found a person that clicked with me like that since then and... just...

Gugh, I'm rambling. I guess that's what insomnia does to a person? I just wish I saw him on the street so I could walk up to him and hopefully mend things with him (I was just mean to him in a passive way, I just sort of listened to people I shouldn't have listened to and ended up breaking things off with him).

Again, insomnia makes me talkative.

I am ashamed of how self-centered and unaware I was of other people when I was ten. Truly.

[foolshavepride.livejournal.com]

Mansfield Park is a good book.

I had insomnia a few days ago as well. That was uhm...interesting,,