insomnia.
that's what i have now most nights. an 8hour night feels like a 2hour nap, and if so much time is wasted, why do i bother sleeping? i need pills at night to sleep, and caffeine in the morning to stay awake. this is bad.

i exercise, so my body's worked out, and i used to be able to sleep when i exercise well. hmmm.. maybe it's the brain that's inactive, that's why i ain't sleeping. it's 5days to my mid years, and i'm pretty much screwed. will try to salvage as much as possible.

physics prac on friday, and first paper on tues. 2 in fact. math and econs. these two are the subjects i'm better at compared to physics. i hope i don't screw up that badly.

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perhaps love would make it all better,
when the windows to the soul grow dim,
and the grinding of the windmills cease,
lest the doors on the streets close one by one,
and beings recede into privacy,
before departing to their eternal home,
perhaps love would then make it all better.

what i don't know about you i can't love.
what i do know of, i can, and i do.
does that discount the truth of knowing you?
does that mar the white veil?
does that cause rebuke for it's simplistic nature?
tell me, for what i don't know,
i don't understand, and i can't love.