I want to write something insightful, something with meaning, with purpose. Something, that someone somewhere will read and say that is beautiful. But I can't, I am far too tired, but far too awake. I loathe the feeling I get when my eyes close long before my brain does. I lay awake for hours just waiting for something, someone to knock on my window and tell me something. Whisk me away into the stars, to watch a constellation circus. Maybe I am half mad, according to Alice in Wonderland, all the best people are. Does that mean I am a best person? Maybe it does maybe it doesn't. I like to treat each day like its an adventure. At this moment in life I am happy. I can't find one thing I don't like about myself. I love who I am, who I am turning out to be. Right now, I am me, I am who I am or I yam who I yam as Popeye would say. Speaking of Popeye, I feel that I am beyond my years, I am an old lady wrapped in a teenagers body. I talked about Popeye just the other day, and one of my friend's (granted she is niave) said "Who's that?" How do you not know who Popeye is??