Tom, Just Let Me Fucking Sleep.
It’s four am now,
I have to be up at eight,
I’ve been scrolling for days it seems,
Tom, just let me fucking sleep.
I’m going to look like a zombie today,
I’m pretty sure that owl is taunting me,
I’ll reblog one more fucking picture,
But Tom, I’m going to fucking sleep.
My homework isn’t done.
I had shit I was supposed to do.
But you were sitting like that again.
And I couldn’t fucking think.
I didn’t shower today,
I couldn’t tear myself away from the screen.
Jesus Christ! It’s 4:30 already?
Holy fuck. I should be asleep.
Tom, do you really have to look like that?
I have a life I need to lead.
But I can’t, because you’re just there.
And I can’t fucking sleep.
The birds are already chirping.
How long have I been sobbing?
Why did I let this happen to me?
Fuck. Tom, I really need some fucking sleep.
It’s 5 fucking am Tom.
A new photoshoot just leaked.
Your’re making that fucking face again.
And I’m still not fucking asleep.
How am I supposed to function today Tom?
I won’t be able to stay awake.
Add to that I won’t stop thinking of your stupid fucking face.
Thanks for not letting me just fucking sleep.
My friends wonder what’s wrong with me.
My parents think I’m on drugs.
My followers on tumblr understand.
Because they also didn’t fucking sleep.
The sun is starting to rise.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
My life is out of control, it seems.
Because, Tom, you just wouldn’t let me fucking sleep.
My alarm is screaming at me.
I can’t handle this shit right now.
You’ve just started to tweet.
What the fuck is sleep?
I fell asleep in the shower.
And in all of my classes too.
And lunch was one long snooze.
But tonight, I swear I will be stronger, I will fucking sleep.
But first I’ll check tumblr.
Just for moment I swear.
Oh look, new pictures of Tom.
Fuck sleep, I’m staying right fucking here.
(via sittinbuddha)
