i hate this curse i have been so thoughtfully blessed with. i go to bed at midnight, but my brain won't surrender to momentarial death until the sun is shining through my eyelids. & i dream of broken families & lovely boyfriends until seven a.m., when my perfect reality dissolves & i am, once again, sleepless. each night i swear i'll get up at ten, but my dreams get the better of me & let me go only at three.
yeah&uhuh