sitting again

and so i sit, on the red couch again. i feel as if i have so much to say, but the words are stuck inside. i bet that sounds ridiculous. i want to sleep, but my eyes won't shut and my mind won't stop thinking. the moon is super tiny tonight. i guess if i can't stop thinking and the words are stuck, i should talk about other things. my toes are cold and my cigarettes are getting stale. i don't know how much longer i can complain. i wish the balcony light-bulb would work. everything in this apartment keeps breaking or going out. the pond outside is nice, though. well, i think i'll stop for now. bye.
thanks for reading!