Rem sleep.

I love and must have my rem sleep. I hate it when I am experiencing rem sleep, and while I am having beauty sleep I have nightmares superbad, someone else may refer to my nightmare as a night terror because it is a nasty horrible bad dream. I love it when my rem sleep yields sweet dreams, much more pleasant. My new years' resolution goal is to get rem sleep, maintain a sleep regimen of going to bed between 8:30 pm and 10:30 pm, to wake up six to eight hours later in the morning. I love my beauty sleep, without it, I am worse than a grizzly bear, nor am I a morning person without adequate rem sleep.

I am furious because, Not only did I lose what should have been my 1st 2nd, or 3rd place win to someone else, I feel like an admin is trying to freaking play me as if my damn content is never freaking good enough. No one can figure out my sleepless night bullshit well I got it pegged, it is all this pent-up aggravation from all the issues in the community that we face every goddamn day. My roommate just showed me the Roku channel on his Roku smart television has a karaoke station, pretty cool aye, maybe one night we will have buddies over that are worth a fuck and get our party on and sing to the karaoke machine on the Roku smart tv. I am still angry as hell that I did not make it via 1st, second, or third place. I just wish I could smoke a fat long extendo full of loud loud pungent reefer and ease my fucking mind because I am so hot damn aggravated. Well I guess because I am so angry I do not want to go to bed, I will just drink coffee all goddamn night and try to come up with decent stories without it being all bitching, nagging, and venting about my poor luck, or admins picky ass ways to try to make me feel like I am never good enough.

I work fucking hard, what the fuck is picky ass admins' issue with me aye? Are they that eaten up? I finished my college prep English courses with a c+. I graduated from Western brown local high school with a b+ average. Or maybe a c or d average. Below fucking average, but my college prep teacher praised me and told me I am full of the greatest potential out here period, so what the fuck!! God fucking damn, I should have got 3rd or second fucking place. Bloody hell!! This fucking sucks and thanks to the fact that I suck, and need to fucking do way better fucking sucks! I hate this. No damn tips hardly any reads no luck as if my writing sucks that horribly. God damn it, I am trying so fucking hard to be a much better writer, and I won't quit, and I will get better, I must get better.

My light is bright as fuck on my new Motorola g pure cellphone boost mobile pretty much forced me to buy with the threat of my barely four-year-old lifes good stylo five blacking out with no warning, no date or time, just had to rush and skim off my rent money so now I owe my roommate 200 dollars that I have to pay off carefully and slowly til I can get my rent paid back up. I gotta pay 450.00 if not 500.00 til I get that 200 off my rent paid up. I am just grateful Jimmy would work with me. If I could afford 100 extra for 2 months I would but looks like I will do 450 for four months to get it paid off since I need to be able to pay off my other bills that are highly important such as my self credit builder, my Cincinnati bell wifi bill, my boost mobile phone bill, my rent, my vocal + bill which is coming up soon in a couple of fucking days. I am grateful as fuck for my vocal + shit, I just feel like when is my writing skills going to escalate and supersede everyone else. I want, I need to gain financially, not suck as I do now. My financial situation is worse than chitlins' poor, fucked up shit. My fucking life really reeks right now, totally sucks, I am on my cycle right, unsure if I will have enough feminine hygiene to get me through this too early ass Hpv fucking bleeding ass shit, sorry bout my language, and not sorry at the same damn time. I am that angry, and bitter.

I just feel like venting and cursing up a damn tree that is the wrong tree to bark up and or not. I feel like I should stick to the subject of rem sleep but who appreciates my hard work anyway.

Thank you for reading. Be safe, do not be a bitter old bag like me. Beauty sleep conquers it, I sure am trying to.