i kind of feel guilty for getting 'too much sleep', which is a bit weird and probably a symptom of something but ion got time for that.
if i get more than 5 hours i feel lazy. i am so used to powernaps and having to cover for the others while also juggling my own shift and schoolwork and friends. i feel like i need to be doing something or bad things will happen and it will be my fault.
i keep staying up late, waiting for the sounds of the others coming home and trying to occupy myself. but they never come home. it's just me. no one to sneak into my bed because they're too proud to admit they have mightmares. no one to check on me every hour to make sure i haven't gone missing. no one to steal my cereal in the morning and french fries at dinner. no one to shake his head in pretend annoyance when i try to clean up after meals. no one to teach me ballet or painting or programming or how to clean a gun. no one to pretend to care about me.
i knew i wasnt one of them. i told myself not to get used to it. and here i am. alone. and missing it.
least b isnt dragging me to those formal events anymore. silver lining.
- Duke Thomas, DC
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