Lonely night.

It's 1:22 in the damn morning and I'm sitting here with the longest look on my face wondering why the hell I'm still awake. I've been tired for the past three hours yet I just can't seem to bring myself to my bed. It's not even that I have a lot on my mind either it's just that I've had the worst sleeping habits these past three weeks. Without my mom here I've been doing whatever the hell I feel like doing which is another reason I need her to come home already. Taking her damn vacation without me smh. I can't lie though I miss her OD.

Now it's 1:28 and I need to take my nocturnal ass to sleep though seeing as how I need to be up in four hours and two minutes.

Holla.