Look Me In The Eyes And Tell Me You're Alright.

Oh how I wish I could.
I can't though.
Because it would be a lie.

Well, I've been waiting for my mother to go to bed.
And it's almost 11.
She's still sitting in the living room.
Looks like I won't get to play with my hair tonight.
Ugh.

I typed my essay for Mrs. Nunn.
It's definitely a piece of shit.
But you know.

The lightening enchants the sky, making it a gorgeous purple.
The thunder that chases after it?
It shakes the house.
The puppies keep whining.

I cannot take this every day.
Sigh.
Andrew John is right.
Perhaps he should have stuck with the name "On A Night You Can't Sleep".
Because that's precisely when I listen to him.
When I can't sleep.

I can't sleep tonight.
My mind is racing and I keep listening to the conversations playing in my brain.
The different voices blaming me and arguing.
I swear I'm not schizo.
My imagination just creates voices and they have conversations.

Jaden is home again tonight.
He's been home every night since he got back with Serianna.
He has to watch her.
It's not like I can tell that poor baby's other father that Jaden's bringing her.
So Jaden's all pissy that he has to keep feeding and changing and rocking her to sleep.
He's been quite foul lately.
I think Cadence and him are fighting.
Or perhaps it's because he obviously lost a bet and had to cut off all his hair.
It's a sight to see, his hair is.
Short and neat.
Spiked in the front like a member of a boy band.
He's even removed his snakebites. ):
He quit wearing skinnys.
And his shirts are bigger than normal.
Maybe he's depressed.
Does your imaginary friend's mood usually match yours?

I vomitted again today.
Maybe I really am getting sick.
I'm still set on believing its from crying too hard though.

I have to go now.
Mom's yelling about going to bed.
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Goodnight.