Actually, it's more like 2:30 and I could be sleeping, but I'm up, trying to study, failing to concentrate, writing and listening to music instead.
My head is full of words.
It took a while for me to get that out.
Attempt #1: My words are full of thoughts.
Attempt #2: My thoughts are full of words.
My brain is scrambled and fried.
My head is heavy and my face is numb.
I'm exhausted. (So sleep, stupid.)
I know, I know. I should sleep. But I have so much that I still have to do.
I want someone to sing me to sleep.
I feel sad when my days aren't productive; when I feel that I haven't chipped enough away from the mountain of things that I have to do.
I say that like I have a lot of responsibilities. The truth is, I probably have no idea what it feels like to have a (metaphorical) mountain of things to get done.
My mind has just gone blank.