Late Nights

 Welcome.

Insomnia. 

It isn't just a word, instead it's a blood sucking leech. I've been tossing and turning now for about 7 hours. I can't stop, it can't stop.Talking to me, my brain. Filling me with false hopes and insane suggestions. Broadcasting stories and reminding me of old faces. Faces that haunt me. Faces I would not fancy visualizing again. Unfortunately though, I cannot escape. I cannot physically escape my mind.

 It's minion,

my conscience,

work quite well in inducing long strenuous nights. Specially designed to torture their host. I cannot escape.

So I write.

I sit here in the dark and write in the hope that I wear it out, thus hopefully resulting in an almost instant sleep.It takes time though ,to carefully manipulate your own mind. It requires a series of blind spots and layouts that your own mind can't help but fall to.

That's it.

I've gone mad.

Then again, I was always mad. The difference now is, this time I am more comfortable sharing it to the rest of the world.

Anyway.

Updates. 

Nosey and I have decided to try the friendship route before entanglement of both parties becomes a hassle. I am not quite on board with this suggestion, but for a change. I will allow it.

Currently I am rather irritated at him. He has a nasty habit of ignoring me. If there are things on this revolting planet that I cannot stomach. Is in fact being ignored. As if he does not even recognize me as a human being, as if I have no emotions. As if I am OKAY with a reply days after my response to him. For FUCK SAKES. As if I don't beat myself up enough!

Sigh.

Am I over reacting.

Possibly 

For now though,

I still suffer. 

-Gran(^•^)Dad