Sleep.

Why do you even care? What difference would it make if I sleep or dream? They don’t matter anyways, but why do you care? Thanks though for your ever encouraging words. But whatever. I don’t even know what I am supposed to be writing. I think I just want to prove that I can type fast.

I don’t know. Stop talking. I know. Who listens to my thoughts? No one. But I don’t mind. I really don’t. Okay, well maybe I do. But who needs to know? Who would like to know I can type fast? All they will ever see is the finished product after I’m done typing. If they even finish reading what I have to say. Probably not. Why do I care? Why do I think? Should I even be human? What if I weren't would you care? Would you call the police and have them take me to rock bottom? Is that even a place? Trees. Wait, what? I don’t know and I probably won’t ask or delete what I just said. Why am I typing again? I can’t remember what my goal of this paper was. Maybe it’s to just take up time from work, because I’ve been sitting here for the last hour and a half. Staring at nothing and thinking about typing fast. And if I’m going to mess this up and get fired. It’s always a possibility. Why is there a bunch of green markings on this page? Can you see those or do they disappear like everything else I accomplish? Why do people erase my achievements, but never my mistakes? Do I really matter that much that you have to find everything wrong with me, to find something good with you? I would feel ashamed if I were you.

If you didn't know, this post was about sleep.

Goodnight.