i hate being sleep-deprived.
but also,
i love it.
i love how silent the world gets when everyone assumes their positions to sleep.
the peace is probably massively overrated, but for good reason.
maybe there’s a reason as to why insomniacs exist - i totally get the hype with it -
because then, if you’re like me
and you find yourself curled up into a foetal position,
blasting music with no sole purpose to severely damage your eardrums (but you’ll inevitably do so anyways),
you’ll find that you come to some funny trains of thoughts.
thoughts that are embedded deep within your unconscious mind during the day,
only to reveal themselves in the night through your dreams
(you know, something to do with the classic freudian slip).
conceived thoughts that are solely known and are only ever experienced by you, by yourself
on a late night, like this.
take this thought, for example.
i love being a teenage girl.
there’s something so fleeting, unique and irreplaceable about the comfort of being able to wallow in your own emotions.
the ability to curl up and dreadfully reminisce about a boy you dated when you were fourteen.
the ability to feel numb and blast Phoebe Bridgers at 2:28am, without shame.
the ability to tuck my hair behind my ears and giggle about some stupid gossip your bestfriend would’ve indulged you in.
it’s the naivety, first times and memories i’ll probably miss the absolute most.
everything that encapsulates being a teenage girl - i take pride in so much.
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