It's almost three in the morning...

...And I can't fucking sleep.

Ohai.

No song. Lets just make this short and sweet. I can't sleep. Why? Why not, is the better question. My body can't stay comfortable for more than five minutes. Everytime I start to go to sleep the mother fucker I share a room with makes a loud noise or tries to talk to me and I wake up. My thoughts are running wild, as always. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't keep doing this every freaking night. The black rings under my eyes are getting to the point where I can't stand to look at myself. And I'm already not much of a looker. Self confidence = down the toilet. Way to end a fairly productive week....

O-fucking-bai.