There's No Alarm Clock. There's No Prince With Burt's Bees.

I sleep to ignore.
I sleep to dream.
I sleep to succeed.
I sleep to experience.
I sleep to smile.
I sleep to avoid eating.
I sleep to avoid boredom.
I sleep to avoid people.
I sleep to avoid life.

A lot of times-most of the time-I sleep, in hopes of never waking up. Almost always, actually.

I'm just ready to go.

Something is always upsetting me. But I never let it show, unless I want it to. I know "it's" bad, when my mom notices. Anytime my mom notices, then I'm doing something wrong.

I was happy for a while. I was sober. I was single. I was working.
Where'd all that go? I know it happened! It was like a month ago. Or was it all a dream?
It seems so vague.
Why can't the images I see when I close my eyes, ever come to life? Fuck the dreams. I'll even take my nightmares coming true. But. My life is just unfathomable. Nothing works. Nothing is ever good enough for me. Nothing is ever bad enough for me. I'm constantly in limbo of everything. I've been stricken with that curse, since birth.

Always have. Always will be?

Sleeping. Waiting...