Notes &
I pushed myself into insomnia. I don’t want to sleep. I feel like those kids on Elmstreet. No, nightmares. No Freddy, just her, me being myself because there I am who I want to be. Then I wake up it all goes away. I like it too much. It’s not real and no mater how many books I read on the philosophy of the Matrix I can’t convince myself otherwise. So I don’t sleep I passout and wake up feeling hung over- these are the best nights because I don’t remember my dreams kind of like my nights with her.