Up Too Late

I have a tendency to stay up way too late.

Which I'm sure a lot of us do, for lots of different reasons. I don't know what my reason is, though. It's weird to be sitting here, silently yelling at myself to go to bed already but not moving an inch. If I go to bed, I'm saying that I'm ready for tomorrow.

But apparently I'm not ready for tomorrow.

It's not that tomorrow will be hard. I have to be a little responsible, like the adult I supposedly am: take care of my car, eat relatively balanced meals, stop by the library. Not hard things, but still things I don't feel like doing when I've stayed up too late.

It's not always like this; for a while there I was doing much better. I had something resembling a responsible sleep schedule, 11-8, nine hours of sleep, not awake too late or up too early. I guess I know I'm not doing very well when I find myself where I am now, fighting against the need to let tomorrow come even though I know every minute of procrastination tonight is another minute of disappointment in myself tomorrow. The motivation just doesn't seem to exist to get up. Honestly, motivation is something that has been really hard to find for a long time.

But, as always, I'll do it anyway.

Author Notes: I'm tired and dumb so I'm looking at Short Stories and writing whatever this is instead of just going to sleep already. Bedtime is the worst and I have no idea why there's so little passion and/or motivation in my life.

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