Insomnia?

It's way too late and I'm still awake pondering my existence or something like that. Insomnia is a strange and mysterious creature.

I'm at some point where I start thinking about my life and where it went, where it's going, and where it is. I've done so much, yet I've accomplished nothing when I think of the long (and as of now incomplete) bucket list of mine. Sigh. I get so caught up in the mundane that I think I forget to live. Wait, does that make me dead? Hmm.

On a random note, I've decided to dye my hair blue along with the purple. I'm sure my mother will love it. Not.

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