I Feel Like I'm Made of Cake

So I forgot this blog existed, but then I started reading Hyberbole and a Half and remembered it. I know I'll never be as funny as that (or have as good art, sadly) BUT I CAN TRY, RIGHT? No. Just random ramblings. Apologies.

So, confession time. This was originally going to be a Slenderblog- a blog claiming I'm being stalked by Slenderman. But I was going to try and be all cool and creative and original and make it not Slenderman after all, and blah. I think the early warning signs were in the first post.
I'm not going to do that anymore. I'm just going to kill any poor unfortunate souls who wander here with tales of my boring life. Like I do on Twitter already, but you have to deal with more than one hundred and forty characters of my shit.

So. It's half term. The first days were good- I went to sleep at midnight and crawled out of bed at noon. I enjoyed spending half of my life asleep.
I can't do that anymore.
Last night I found myself lying awake at half past four in the morning, staring at the ceiling. I looked pretty tired, I think. Inside, I was all BOUNCYRAINBOWSWIDEAWAKENEVERSLEEP. I couldn't, for the life of me, close my eyes and shut off my mind to get some sleep. Then I woke up this morning at 7:15, after I finally drifted off. So I got less than three hours sleep. The night before that, five at maximum. Before that, something similair.
The sleep deprivation doesn't even feel like dying anymore. It feels like rainbows. I think my hands are made of cake. My brain definitely is, I can't feel it anymore.

The only decent thing is that any purple circles under my eyes are going to be covered by my ridiculous panda-bear makeup anyway.

Anyway. I'm going to the skate park now to be a groupie and stare at the cute boys. I can't actually skate.