Its. Like. You know. 1 am and I'm like. Sorry.

Im like sorry, you know?
If I sound flighty enough, will I be embraced by my teenage peers?
Its getting to that point where you post things you regret.
Kinda like every time I post.
Why do I stay up so late?
Sometimes its so late that its early. 
Because I don't like sleep.

Why don't I like sleep?
Am I even human?
Because when I sleep, I dream.

And in dreams I can be whatever I want to be.
A bird, a plane, happy?
Even if its someone I shouldn't be.

So instead I like to stay awake.

I choose honor, over sleep.
If you think I'm poetic. I'm not. This is late night talk, and I'm sorry. 






This time is a lie, it's at least one hour later than this.