Science & Progress.

I swear I'm an insomniac. I can sleep all day, everyday, but it's the getting to sleep that kills me. Can I not go about my day like a normal person? Seriously. I walk through the halls, apparently cutting dirty looks at people. My beautiful, cunning friends who have no idea how they will change the world. I hope I make a difference. With you by my side. I haven't wrote down how I really feel in so long, it's hard coming back.. Have I mentioned I really, REALLY hate girls? Not all. Most though. They just.. I can't even explain it. I miss my brother. So much it hurts. That's probably why I'm in a trance so much now. Everyone's leaving me. On February 20th, you will be 5. It's sad I missed two years of that. And people ask me why my number is 20. "Well, it used to be 10. But then my little brother was born and, you know.." But they don't. They can't even begin to understand. The reason it's 20? Well, frankly because that's the day the most important thing on this Earth was born. The one I love the most. The only one I'd bleed myself dry for, who I'd sacrifice 10 years of my life just for one day of your face. Of your voice. Of your smile. I could replay the videos of you telling me you love me, over and over and over all day long. I can't though, so I just dream. All day. I'm a daydreaming fool. Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. Why did I have to open my mouth. I could of just kept it closed, and wouldn't have had to put up with this. Oh take me back to the start.