One last time

3am seems to be my bedtime where I now live.

Living among strangers,

in a room with 2,

trying to make it a year without going completely insane.

Sleep is a dream

and dreaming is wishful thinking.

My eyes feel heavy as I am typing,

my head seems to be nodding in tiredness,

My stomach is irritable

and my heart is broken.

 

Author's Note

college