The Killing Is Dead.

Dark room, bright light, not used to this at all. It's giving me a migraine. Time to sit under the duvet with a torch and read, as I do every night.

I deleted my twitter months ago because of the hate I received. I leave my Facebook for close friends and family. Tumblr was my only option to open up and be myself. I like this much better.

Just realised I've not eaten today. Whoopsie! I've just been drinking lemon tea and black coffee. Hmm.

My dad refuses to believe I have insomnia. He says it's because I sit up all night reading. No, father, I read because I cannot sleep. /sigh/ One day he'll realise. 

I'm really starting to appreciate the little things more and more. Whether it's from the books I read to the things I write, to the few friends I still have. I appreciate music and what it can do for others, the fact that those few friends I have are still alive, the fact that I still have my father, the fact that even I am still alive. Just little things. Appreciating because all of this can be taken away in the blink of an eye. People can be taken away in the blink of an eye. Parents can be taken away in the blink of an eye...