CHAPTER TWO
My sleep insomnia was getting to me. Sometimes I wish I could just lay my head down and fall asleep like any normal person. Then again a lot of teens have sleep insomnia.
Thank goodness it's a Friday or my mom would've shut off every thing in my room. Tv, music, lamp, iPad, and my iPhone would've been gone. Staying up till 4am is a regular. I usually pass out around 5am. Even taking away all electronics won't help me sleep.
A lot of the time I just lay there wishing my pain could just float away. I wonder if people new that every time I smile, that it's fake. Even people who don't know me or know about my pain at all. Or when I pass people in the halls or even at the mall I try and figure out who is pain and wonder what their story is.
My eyes were slowly coming to tears. Eyes were numbing. I was loosing control of my emotions. All the names were coming back to me.
I throw myself up, and shake my eyes. I pull my knees up, cross my arms, rest them against my knees, and relax my head.
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Eyes were getting tired from tears I couldn't help but cry. It's like a freight train hit my body with exhaustion. I lay back and my eyes eyes close as a deep sleep approaches.
Dreams are even more impossible knowing that my pathetic little self will never go any where in life. Dreams are the closest I get to happiness. Even though they are only 2-4 minutes long it's happier then the life I'm living.
I really like to think back and try to remember the days I would smile but my memory isn't that great. I sometimes imagine the days when I went from a smile to drifting away so far I became like this.
As you can tell I think, imagine, and dream a lot. In fact it's the thinking and imagining that I have to thank for giving me sleep insomnia.
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