as it doesn't come much of a surprise, i'm having one of those nights where i cannot sleep. maybe i should wake up earlier in the day? thank god for dreams, even if i don't remember mine. if not for dreams, i'd wish i was a always awake with more time to roam the streets.

riding in the backseat on the way home on the highway, i was thinking today. it's not true that i can be anything i want to be, it really isn't. i lack the resolve for most things, the tenacity, the determination; then why do i keep lying to myself? it almost feels like i've been making the decisions i've been making lately for all the wrong reasons, like

what the fuck am i talking about?

i don't know. goodnight?