My Nerves Hurt
I have insomnia. I have terrible, terrible insomnia. My mind goes like it's a TV and the change channel button is stuck in one direction. Even attempting to sleep is no longer a necessity for me. I've got an hour of on and off sleep last night and it's 10PM now. I'm tired but I'm only tired physically. Sleep won't be obtainable tonight. There's too much to think about. I'm wide awake and talking to Thad about zebras. I'm trying to figure out everything that happened this week so it'll hurt less next week. Bad Company has been playing on repeat in my head, but I haven't listened to that song in years. A goose. Gumby. Danielle. another goose. These shoes I want. Chelsea. Danielle. Kenya. Kenya is an ocean away. I hate swimming. Iced coffee. Traffic that's always on 485. Money problems. College plans, or lack of. Danielle. Some scratch on my truck. Bi-Low. The window at work. The stain on the floor at work. American Beauty. Danielle. Purple. Bulletin boards. Danielle. Texting. Pens that barely work from the package. Danielle. Dehydration. Danielle. Danielle. Danielle.