let the ghosts sleep tonight.

crippling insomnia strikes again. well, not crippling. the sleep disorder equivalent of a hangnail, maybe? i try to wipe the dark circles away from under my eyes, thinking "excess makeup", but really it's just my skin.

when i do sleep i have the strangest dreams. in one i don't remember much, but a boy i know, turning to me with purple eyes and kissing me like he meant it. and it was one of those dreams where you feel everything. texting him about it when i woke up probably wasn't a great idea. whatever's going on with my subconscious should stay there.

everywhere i go, i'm only half there.

my other half is probably at home, masturbating furiously. or looking at ELEPHANT SHREWS!


honk!