I'm really tired, yet I can't find the will to sleep. So, I sit here playing episode after episode of How I Met Your Mother, thinking about the person I love and typing. But still, I can't sleep. I can feel it creeping on me, so close, my eyes growing heavier with each minute that passes, but my head keeps turning, and my mind is more awake, thinking about the future and present, wishes and dreams. There are so many things that I want right now, and so many things that I can't have just yet.
I wish I could fast forward to a few years from now.
I'm going to be...
blissful.
