Work work work.

I have an exam on Friday and a 3000 word statistics report to write as well. Fun times.

Been hanging quite badly today but it's nothing a subway and The Lion King can't solve :)

Off to the Library at about 8 o'clock to get my statistics results done and out of the way so I can concentrate on my exam.

So excited to go home on Friday it's unbelievable, I haven't seen my family in 11 weeks and this year has been really rough for us so I can't wait to be back with them for Christmas and New Year :)
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She can't sleep, rolling over and over, curling up, stretching out, it just is't happening.
With a frustrated sigh she slowly sits up, still wrapped in her duvet and looks around the darkened room. It's 4:06am and tiredness just won't come.
She wants nothing more than to slip into a quiet, cosy sleep. To feel tired, feel her eyelids droop and to have a satisfying yawn.
Her insomnia; the result of nightmares, lack of food, too much caffeine and too much to think about, the thoughts spilling over and dancing around the room like little demons, each as terrifying as the next, taunting and evil.
Awful memories of being replaced, forgotten, unappreciated, unloved and loss.. terrible loss.

She reaches over, and picks up her headphones, they're cold and a shiver runs up her spine when she puts them on..
Wrapped in blankets, duvet, fluffy pyjamas, she shuffles over to the window, opens the curtains wide and stares into the night. Cross legged with that same sad, beautiful song filling her head.
Nothing of particular interest catches her eye, only a few taxis taking the intoxicated students home, she's jealous and wants to be carefree like them.

Hours pass, the starts are fading and a faint, peachy light is filling the sky. She yawns, not tired but exhausted.. for every night will be like this for a long time.

But it will get better.
The evil, beautiful demon that is grief.
It will leave you one day.