my mind is a library but it's closed for the night

once again i lie awake with a brain that won't stop reeling. i don't know if it's insomnia or not. maybe it is. maybe it doesn't actually matter, because i'll be tired at work either way. or maybe i'm just tired of everything.

when did once every other month become the only times i see my friends? this isn't what i signed up for when i didn't cash out before i hit 18. i just wanted to spend a little more time with the people i care about, but i guess that's too much to ask these days.

it's a short one tonight. there's a lot on my mind but i lack the words.

dream sweetly. i hope i do, too. m.