Damn this place.

It's dark right now. This kinda thing happens at night. Funny how that works, huh? I wish I was somewhere else. I wish I was in Jam street or IFO. I wish. I wish. I wish. I wish I didn't wish. I try not to. I think it's starting to get to me. I haven't been here that long. It's not that. I just think I was twisted before I came. I'm not sure, really. I know that I get a lot of time to think about things while everyone is sleeping, and I'm sitting here, wishing I could sleep, wishing things were different. I wish people didn't get busy on me. I wish I'd never made the decision sometimes i make . . . . Or do you make that choice? I don't know. Like I said, I'm kinda twisted, so, this is making no sense at all. Just writing what I think. Or don't think. Whatever. I'm so tired, but not sleepy. It's so stupid. Damn this place. Damn it.