It's 1AM, and I'm not asleep

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. I feel like... I'm too tired to sleep.

I love it here, I really really really do, but I'm SO tired. I'm staying up late every night, getting up early every morning, and staying busy all day everyday. I'm not used to this. At all. I feel like I could fall asleep, and just stay sleeping for an entire night and day.

It's only been 2 weeks now, but it feels like it's been so much longer. I love it! I love being so close to everybody already. Like my one friend, Sam. I've known him for exactly 2 weeks now, and I already consider him to be one of my best friends. Not just best friends here on this floor, or here at college, but best friends in life. I trust him, you know? That terrifies me, that I trust someone so quickly. But I do. And I'm just gonna go with it, you know? Like... it scares me that I trust someone so much already, but I do, and I'm not gonna fight it.

I should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is my homework day, while everyone else is in class. And then at night, we're going to see a psychic, I think. I hope. I want to, so hopefully others will want to too. Then Saturday is laundry day, and watching Titanic for the first time ever. Sunday is more homework, and the Monday it all starts again.

The only thing I don't really like is that I don't really have any time to myself. I'm so used to being alone. It's so weird to me to have all these friends, all of the sudden, who are always around. There's always someone to hang out with, so there's not really any alone time. I miss that. I miss being able to just chill out, listen to music, and just write. It's been so long since I've written anything, and I really hate that. I miss my characters and my story. But I have no time for them. But I know that once I do get a chance to disappear behind my laptop, and just write (without interruptions) that it's going to be amazing. I feel like the next time I write for fun, I'm going to get a couple pages, at least, written out. I have some ideas I've been toying with in the back of my mind, but I don't know for sure yet if I'll be able to get my characters to go with them or not. They can be so stubborn sometimes. But I love them anyway.

I have a physics quiz on Monday. Yuck. My only class of the day, and it's a quiz.

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