Two Cents.

People always seem to forget they have the ability to move on. Humans can adapt to almost anything, given enough time. 

I always seem to forget that moving on takes time and effort, and I won't wake up in the morning feeling fine. 

But fuck it.

Life is way too short to spend sitting around thinking about people who don't think about you, or missing people who destroyed you. 

It's five in the fucking morning and I'm wide awake. I want to ride my bike around town for an hour, but I haven't even slept yet. So I guess that's out of the question. I could just watch more Pretty Little Liars, but I think it's time I switch up my late night "television" and watch a movie or something on Netflix. I could text Trevor, but I'd feel bad for waking him up. I want to dye my hair. I want to dye it so hard that I look really different. That would be swell. First I need to wash it, which I haven't done in a few days. I'm trying to get my hair healthier this summer, which involves washing it less often and a lot of braids. I could just not sleep tonight...I could get up right now, hop on my bike and take it for a spin around the neighborhood until I get tired. I've been contemplating doing that for a few hours now, but I keep thinking that the second I get up, I'm going to be exhausted. So here I am. Wide awake. I went to bed early last night! How did I go from sleeping at 2, to sleeping at 6? 

Ugh. Life. l: I'm going to be sleeping until like 5 P.M. tomorrow if I don't go to bed soon.