Saturday, November 30, 2013

393. Night Time, My Time

"...and I am very tired. I wonder why I don't just got to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one more hour of sleep and live. If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity." 


Thank you, Sylvia Plath journals, for justifying my insomnia right now :P 
Embracing night time as my time and playing the uke, over-thinking things and watching Sky Ferreira interviews.

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