Restless Nights.

I envy those who awake well-rested. That is something that has evaded me for long periods of time. I sleep, yet I am not rested. This previous night I slept less, noises of the slightest keeping me awake. Oh, how I yearn for the days when sleep itself was simple! Funny, is it not, how everything grows more difficult with time? Everything becomes more complicated, even sleep? What I would give for a good night's sleep.

And on a slightly different tangent--I'll be brief. Sometimes people say things, not meaning any harm, and the can certainly be taken in the wrong light. If you work hard to make someone happy, and you feel you are an important part of their life, and they wish to be somewhere else...that hurts. The content is understood, certainly. But it's kind of like a slap in the face. Just a thought.

I find myself already wishing it were the weekend. I would love to sleep in, yet again. The two-day span is far too short for me to catch up on all my sleep, unfortunately. Sleep is a vital function in order to function. I would love to have more of it. I'd also like it if I didn't have things on my mind, as I imagine that would yield more sleep. But I take what life gives me...it's not like I really have a choice.

My apologies if this entry is slightly incoherent or lacking intellectual value, I'm just so tired.