My sleep schedule is officially screwed. I am up all hours of the night, tossing and turning until I finally give in and spend 2 hours on Tumblr reblogging twerking cats and overly saturated instagram photos with depressing or uplifting captions that are annoyingly relatable until I can no longer hold my phone up because my hands are numb. This is what I do now. This is my life. Leaving my house would mean seeing people which would mean communication which would just exhaust me. I rarely answer my text messages because even that feels like a chore. And I'm pretty sure that at this very moment, my neighbor is rearranging his living room. And throwing furniture against the wall behind my head. Should I turn my Pandora station down? Fiona Apple can be a little intense for some. Hell, he sounds like he could use some Fiona in his life. Maybe I'll turn it up a little.
And also, why are people so complicated? I would say men since that's what I am about to talk about, but honestly it's just people in general. Women and men. But men specifically- what the hell you guys? I happen to think I'm pretty cool. Sometimes. Even so, I somehow manage to find and emotionally involve myself with the front runners for Lafayette's Most Emotionally Unavailable Man competition.
So I will continue to sit here and blare this Florence jam and shake my head completely off beat because at this point of my night, I become sort of delirious and can't keep time. Or anything really.
Cheers to you!
Drea
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