Yes, I know there is No Point toThis Post... :)

Why do I write at night? Why is it so late every time inspiration decides to attack me…? When I need it the least is when it decides to flood every corner of my brain and not allow me to sleep. Here I am again, writing…at least it's only like 1 this time…. Whatever, im thankful for the desire to write no matter what time it hits me. I know im not the best writer in the world, but I'm thankful that God’s at least given me the gift of enjoying it. He’s so good… I mean for real, God is cool. He’s definitely my favorite anything that was something and/or everything. Yeah…I love Him. He’s my bestiee forever, for sure. My arm is tired from holding itself up to type. See, I'm laying in my bed and typing with one hand while holding my head up with the other. This is the closest position to getting comfortable that I can get into and still be able to write. IM SO TIRED!! I just want to sleep, but my mind wont shut up! I kinda don’t want it to though, there’s some really interesting thoughts flowing through it. Some crazy things, some pointless things, some lifechanging things, obviously some serious things…they’re all flooding my mind. Oh, and there’s Algebra. Blech. It’s taking over a big portion of my mind and time. Thankfully, I have God, otherwise Algebra2 might be the one thing that finally pushes me over the edge and causes me to commit suicide, or another murder of some kind. Yes, praise God for Him…I’m glad He made Himself exist. Okay, the pain in my arm has now reached my shoulder and it’s brought me to the brink of tears….I’m going to take a break….
…Okay, so it’s more than a break. I’m going to sleep. Goodnight. :)