a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
did you hear me?
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dealing with insomnia can be one's worst nightmare.
you know, when you don't feel the need for sleep, but actually needing it. aside from that, it adds to your eyebag woes. if you'd only see how deep-set my eyes are five days since i've been going through this.
blame it all on the heat, or my awkward sleeping position. or maybe the thick clothes, or the hard pillows. or even the unnecessary blanket, or the fan which can't produce much air. i just can't sleep.
or maybe i can't sleep because my breathing is erratic since. if you didn't know up to now, i've been plagued by asthma since birth. though it rarely affects me since when i was on diapers, it almost regularly returns during the summer period. but believe me, this is an all-time low for me. i do have a nebulizer; however, this still is no insomnia remedy.
that's when i almost gave up on that sleeping problem. i started reading a book using little light from my cell phone. the book seemed interesting; i wanted more light, but without disturbing my peacefully sleeping brothers (we were sharing the same room) and my parents (no doubt they'd wake up if a fluorescent lamp was shining beside their room for an hour). five seconds later i was removing cellphone covers and playing snake 2 (not actually playing, just letting the program run) on my phone, lights (perpetually?) on. clearly without the covers the thing was transparent, thus allowing more light to illuminate. [hah! i'm a genius, ain't i? kidding... (",)]
it seemed to work, because later my eyes were drooping due to stress. eventually i shut the book, returned my cellphone to order, lied down, and sandwiched my head between two pillows to make sure my eyes were encompassed with complete darkness.
about three minutes later i was up again. as a last recourse, i dismantled the battered phone again (which was gasping for battery charge), sat on my desk, took my pen, hackled some paper out...
ladies and gentlemen, this is the very product of that night.
*wheeze.. wheeze..* there goes my lungs gasping. so long for now.. i'll need a dose of sterilized air - somewhat effective for insomnia too... good night.
*snap* lights out: 3:57 am.
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