The Obscure

I hate the night-time. I hate it because there is never anything to do, so I just stay up for hours, bored out of my mind, feeling my whole mentality slowly deteriorate until I can find amusement in making funny smirks at myself in the bathroom mirror for hours.
I love the night-time, because it is the only time I am alert, that I feel like I am actually alive.
All day I wander around in a daze, just smilin' and cracking jokes that don't make any sense, it's like I am constantly a little stoned (though, despite my appearance, I am Not a stoned person.)
Then I come home, and I stew for a little while, think about going to bed, realize that I am too wired to go to bed; and then it happens. I get hit with this sudden wave of lucidity, and suddenly I am thinking large thoughts at a fast rate, or small thoughts at a fast rate. Whatever it is, it is quick. And I think to myself, "Man, if only I were like this all the time, I might be able to live an actual life, instead of being such a fuck up."
And the very next morning, I am stupid again. I slip on idiocy like it is an outfit, and then I inadvertantly wear it till I want to go to sleep. I then undress, and find myself of sound mind. Sound mind is just an expression, though, there is nothing sound about my mind. The same things I say are my "moments of sound mind," I sometimes refer to as psychotic episodes. It is all relative, man.
It's all in your interpretation.
To hell with this, man.

I guess I should try to go to bed, right?
I got nothing to complain about, right?
I really don't want to go to bed.
I really don't have anything to complain about.
Then why am I so sleepy?
Then why am I complaining?
Because I'm hispanic.
Because I'm hispanic.

Makes sense, right? No? Fine.
I got to get out of here. This whole situation, it's killing me. It's like living in a den of invisible vampires, who slowly suck the life out of me, turning me into a lifeless wraith. I got to find somewhere else to go, and something else to do.
Sorry to piss everyone off.
I want to pack up and head out on the road. I can't wait until I am free of this stuff, and I can just go traveling. I want to see San Fransisco, I want to see New Orleans. I need to get out of this place, whatever "this place" really is.

My eyelids are beginning to droop. I guess I will go try and hit the hay. Y'all have a good morning!