*Sleep

Yeaa .. Insomnia. She can't sleep either.

It seems to be something I’ve been dreading these days and here I go.. turning my blog into my own personaldiarytypething.

I know they say sleeping ‘at-the-right-time’ [that's supposed to be read as if your mom was saying it hahah] is one of the most imperative things, but sleeping… My body just doesn’t see the point.
Sleeping means not using every moment possible, because no matter when I sleep I always wake up at around 12PM [excluding days like today, when I slept at 7AM].
It means missing talking to my mom and brothers, who only get free at 3PM their time, 12AM our time.
It means missing out on a certain type of privacy and silence which I can’t get during the day. Oh and how I love that..
But sleep. Sleep can be scary.
People do weird things in their sleep. I do weird things in my sleep. Cough. Such as calling people, hiding newspapers, and some more things I’d prefer not to disclose. I think I may have a sleeping disorder, and I know you’re rolling your eyes Nishant. Maybe I have anxiety problems, because sometimes I just lay in bed thinking, nerve-racking.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who doesn’t like sleeping. I mean, I enjoy the sleep itself, just not the idea of it, if that makes sense. I’ve tried getting to sleep – counting sheep and the whole shebang, but it just doesn’t work if there’s something else I want to be doing.

Anyways. Let’s see if it goes away, I’m praying it’s just another phase. That’s life right?