Late Night Thoughts
Night One

This Skype call isn't interesting
Am I interesting?
Who really thinks I'm interesting?
I bet people actually think I'm insane.
Am I annoying?
Should I stop being myself?
I mean, I could try.
I hate insomnia.
Why did I self diagnose myself with insomnia when I hate self diagnosis?
I'm probably just paranoid.
I should be asleep.
My head hurts
I'm hungry.
Why am I writing a book on my thoughts?
Will people read this crap?
Will they judge it?
I don't like people you judge others immensely.
I'm a hypocrite.
Everyone is a hypocrite.
Why am I the exact same as everyone else?
Am I different?
Am I even real?
No. I'm insane.
My eyes hurt.
I should sleep.
I miss *name to keep personal*
It was my fault.
Why is everything everything?
Is nothing everything?
If nothing is everything, everything is nothing.
I need to stop thinking.
Why do people only use their thumbs to type?
Ow. I bit my cheek.
I should say something.
My life is full of embarrassment.
That was an intense sigh.
I should become a rapper
A white female rapper
Nah
I don't know what I want to do with my life
What am I doing with my life
It's late
My screen is so bright.
I wish I could have normal conversations.
I don't like normal conversations.
I want to talk about existence.
Everything is pointless, right?
Because everything is nothing.
That makes sense in my head.
I want a cuddle buddy.
*personal name* should be my cuddle buddy.
I'm hot.
Should I take off my pants?
How many other people in the world are pant less?
Am I the only one who thinks like this?
I should make a club for all the people who struggle with insomnia.
Then we can come together and not sleep ever.
We'd have some pretty weird conversation.
I want to go to the river.
Why do I like cold water more then warm water?
Why does warm water taste worse then cold water?
I'll google that tomorrow.