Some pointless information

I don't even know it's 12:30 right now and I just made headway on my second chapter, don't judge me I can't sleep

I've never been good at rhyming, also writing this at 12:30 is pretty bad timing.

I have some things to do tomorrow and doing them with no sleep will end in sorrow.

I can't sleep the past few days, dug myself into a rut, now I'm laying here in my bed, bored as f**k.

I'm keeping this on teen, even if in my eyes, the censors seem obscene.

I don't care about stars, and my wifi is deciding not to have any bars.

I'm tired and going to sleep, hope that before it gets posted this poem gets run over by a Jeep.

Jacob it is 12:45 in the morning and for some weird reason I wanted to write a crappy poem, your welcome... :(

Wait, why is this labeled as a story... whatever.

Author's Note

Just don't even.