wretched insomnia

I'm thinking of you. therefore I am unable to sleep. I started the night by realizing that keeping making up stories doesn't end well. you won't tend to me like when x tends towards infinity so its limit is infinite. Or maybe you do. everyday. but we'll never cross we'll both tend towards infinity but in parallel lines. We both vibrate at a different frequency so as to never interfere. All those thougts keep me up. I think I like you a bit too much. But as always, you'll never too. And I can't sleep at two.