Things That I Complain About When I Wake Up In The Middle Of The Night:

it's too hot
it's too cold
it's too dark in here
it's too bright out there
it's too quiet
the neighbors are yelling
my back hurts
my feet are sore
my neck hurts
my hands hurt
my pillow is too fat
my pillow is too flat
my hair is too long
my bangs are too short
I left my watch on
I left my earrings on
I left my socks on
I left my bra on
I left the closet light on
I left the hall light on
I have to pee
I have to be up in an hour
this is the fourth time I've woken up tonight
this is the seventh time I've woken up tonight
my good dream is over
Harry Potter is over
The L Word is over
The Real L Word is stupid
girls are stupid
boys are stupid
going to work at 9am is stupid
my job is stupid
I hate opening the store
I hate closing
I hate my life
I hate my hair
I hate that I can't sleep
fuck sleep
fuck this
fuck me
fuck everything
...
I'm sorry for cursing, God
I'm just so fucking tired
please, let me fall asleep in the next five minutes
and help me to be a better person in the morning.
Amen.

"A Poem About The Issues" - English Comp. 4/1/2011

I'm tired of waiting for
it to get better.
I'm tired of hiding my real life
so I can have a life.
I'm tired of praying
to a god
who loves me
but hates
everything
that I've "chosen" to be.
I'm tired of parents who
beg for grandchildren.
I'm tired of a society who
would take my children away
if they knew that they had
a mother like me.
Me.
Unfit Mother.
Because I like apples
instead of oranges.
Or should I say
bananas?
People don't like what they don't understand.
They don't understand me
or the deviant I've "chosen" to be.