...lights are off, brain is on...

I hate it when I can't sleep. That means I hate this very moment. I just don't know what to do with myself. It's like my brain isn't getting the message from my head to turn off. I can't stop thinking. It's ridiculous. The cat is wishing I would sleep now, he won't stop molesting me. I wish he were a person... The far away one.

I am still not getting what I want.

Why won't my brain turn off? Why am I laying here with only a cat for company? Why do I feel so incredibly overwhelmed?

I want to touch the back of your right arm.

One hour. One hour would be enough for now. Actually, talking would even suffice. I miss... Everything.