I'm really starting to think sleep is over rated. For the last hour and a half I've bin trying to sleep in my bed upstairs. Its just not happening. The second my head hits that pillow all the what ifs of my life come rushing back to me. Like what if i was still now with my ex right? What if i had not said that stupid thing in Latin class today? What if I was thinner and prettier? What if I was more like my sisters? What if I had gone to school somewhere far away?
I hate this. I'm fucking falling asleep in classes today but when it comes time to sleep nothing. Bah my life is crap.