If it was up to me I wouldn't sleep.
It seems like the most illogical,worthless,
counterproductive, and punishment-like parts of being a
I'm not talking about resting, about giving the body time
to recuperate or anything like that... I'm talking about
the actual PROCESS of sleep and how much it dictates the
It's not that I can't appreciate sleep. It's that it's
forced, that it's one of these flowers whose beauty is
imprisoned by a ridiculous looking vase which spoils it's
element of pressure-less seduction. What pisses me off is
that we HAVE to sleep, and I, as I'm sure many reading this
can relate to, hate NOTHING more than being forced to do
Point is, it's 913 in the morning and I keep nodding off.