*My thoughts before
I go to sleep* Me: I hope I did all my math homework. Me: Whatever I better have a study hall
tomorrow. Me: Why can't it be the weekend. Me: *Looks at clock* Me: Dear Jesus I only have four hours left to
sleep!! Me: I should pray... Me: Dear God please help people stop being such
peasants. Me: Amen. Me: Maybe I should put more effort into my prayers
then God might hear me... Me: *Closes eyes* *Something falls off dresser* Me: AHHH IT'S A GHOST!! TURN ON THE
LIGHTSSSS Me:*Hides under covers for next fifteen
minutes* Me: Oh why me? This is a terrible life. Me: People don't understand how hard I try to
be friendly. Me: *Thinks of some really emotional stuff* Me: *Starts crying* Me: *Puts on music to calm myself down* Me: *Cries harder* Me: Crap I just wasted an hour of sleeping
time.. Me: Need. to. concentrate. Me: *Creates amazing story in my head where I am
gorgeous and my favorite celebrity falls in love with me* Me: *Falls asleep*
When I was younger, I
thought that growing up meant that you didn't have
a bedtime. I have come to learn that it isn't that you
don't have a bedtime, it's that you are in charge of your
own bedtime and I don't think I can handle that
responsibility.