I was thinking of a title for a poem I had written then and when I couldn't think of any (and I didn't want it to have the name "Untitled"), I just named it 'Confession of an Insomniac'. First because the poem's about being in denial and second because I'm one of those nocturnal creatures that tend to function optimally under the moonlight. That's where I also got the idea of naming this blogsite. Fortunately it only takes a glass of Carlo Rossi to send me crashing into bed if I really have to sleep on proper 'muggle' time.

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It's peculiar that some people love the feeling of being in love as much as they love denying it. I guess love just has a way of making us contradict ourselves and everything we thought we believed in.

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Confession of an Insomniac


Why am I happiest with you
when my heart is closed and uninviting


Why is it I think of you right now
as it rains just outside


Why is it that it's your voice
that I pretend to always hear
because it lulls me to sleep


Why is it that I can't find a way to smile
when you're sad
And that nothing can seem to make me sad
when I see you smile


Why do I care so much to think about you everyday
when it only brings sad thoughts
And why do I feel empty
when I am not thinking of you


Why do I still make myself believe
that you and I will never be
When I comfort myself in hoping
that you may be in love with me


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lei

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