I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I’m going to say the last time I slept well was about eight to ten years ago.
It’s actually to the point that sleeping makes me anxious because I never know if I’m going to actually go to sleep or if someone is going to barge in and wake me up. My mattress pretty much falls off of my bed every time I sleep on it and I’ve had the same mattress since I was old enough to not sleep in a crib. The sheets I sleep on never seem to stay tucked in my bed where they should be, so I sleep on clumpy sheets usually.
For the most part, I can’t sleep for other reasons.
1) I can’t help but to think about those Chick Tracts that I used to get as a kid on Halloween from some lady older than dinosaurs on Trick or Treat. I think she had her house decorated with Christmas decorations. She would hand out a lollipop with them to spread the message of homophobic Jesus and God. There are a lot of people I know how have the same (or at least similar) opinions and beliefs as the Chick Tracts.
2) Douche bag Youtubers are able to publish books and make millions of dollars. Meanwhile, I’m lucky if I can get one person to read my poems on my blog.
3) How do I get people to read my blog? I can’t really resort to paying for ads online since I’m cheap and don’t have the money.
4) I want to earn at least some money from blogging if I can so that I can have enough money to go to concerts or buy more comic books from the flee market. There’s this one lady who sells Pagan stuff such as ouija boards. The ouija boards aren’t the crappy ones you buy at the toy store. I think her or someone she knows makes them and she sells them for, like, forty to fifty bucks.
5) Where do I hide the ouija board if I do manage to somehow buy one? They’re not small enough to fit in my underwear drawer. My dad doesn’t want me playing with an ouija board. Apparently, my dad had a bad experience with an ouija board growing up and won’t talk about it. I’ve tired asking my mom and all she’d do is change the subject. I guess his experience was pretty bad.
6) ALL OF THE CONCERTS ARE IN THE CITY. If I do go to a concert, I have to have enough gas to go up in the city. I don’t know how I’d get home considering I never drove up to the city by myself. No one would want to go with me, so I’m getting there and back by myself.
Those are just some of the things that keep me up at night. Trust me. There’s a lot more. Oh, and number one has nothing to do with the President surprisingly. I don’t want to talk about the President because I’ve had enough of politics, Hilary, and Trump. That, however, is a different blog for a different day (If I decide to write it. Probably not, though, for the time being).