I'm some kind of insomniac now? So it seems. I always feel so alone at 4am, no matter what the scenario. I'm writing a eulogy, which should have a happy note to it...and it's eating me up inside.
My thoughts. One grandparent left. A mother that has forgotten me (yesterday was her birthday). A father in poor health & mind.
Hey god, I'm out here
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You come to my house.
We'll have milk and cookies and talk.
eh? eh?
I hope you feel better, and get some sleep sooon.
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I'm still barely sleeping, but I have life a little more under control now. But still...I WANT COOKIES DAMMIT!
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