I can't sleep. I'm tired (although, considering what time I finally got out of bed today, I shouldn't be) but I just keep lying in bed not sleeping. So much is happening right now, and I have so much to do, but all I want to do is hang out with my friends, or better yet, hide under my covers curled up in the fetal position. I'm absolutely terrified about next year, or screwing up, and even though I know I'm not alone in this, I don't really know what to do about it.
Aside from writing a best-selling novel and becoming fabulously rich and famous, of course.
I think I'm going to try this sleep thing again. Goodnight.