Tired

Okay so I couldn't go to sleep until around 6am...or should I say didn't go to sleep till then. Why do I keep myself up so late? I certainly don't enjoy being tired, but I do enjoy sleeping. Why do I have to feel as though I am responsible for everything and everyone around me? (Yes, a lot of questions this morning.) My stomach is nervous, tying itself in knots, I sure as hell am not doing it to myself, I hate this feeling. I don't even know why I have a nervous stomach right now, some turmoil somewhere probably. But I am so over feeling like this. Why do I have nothing of importance to say? I mean it's nothing monumental or cleverly written as McKenzie or Cody's blog posts...here I sit, jealous and pitiful, oh yeah, and tired.

Ah, I'm so fuckin sick of my life (pardon my french, but it is my blog...if you don't like it, well you have your options). No drastic measures will be taken, for those of you worried about me ;), you know who you are. I'm just sick of it, over it, but only I have the power to change it, right? Well what if I'm too lazy to change it...I know, if that's the case I should keep my mouth shut and never let my fingers 'talk' about it again either seeing as then, it's definetely my fault. Okay, so here's the deal, if you survived reading this without being completely bored or sick of my mundane drivel...thank you and congratulations...but if you happen to post a comment that I don't like then your life is in my hands and I shall send some hitmen...obviously a joke cause I have no money to pay hitmen, I'll have to do it all myself! (kidding again, but you should know that)