It's Really Early In The Morning and I Can't Sleep So I Write Until My Eyes Fall Heavy

I don’t even feel inspired to write. No fancy words or clever remarks. No, no more. For what? No, no more. I have nothing to say right now. I'm simply bored. Just thinking. Would you like to know of what? It's funny. I think it’s funny when anyone claims they know me, or want to, or think they know what they want, because it changes, and they just don't know. I’ve been meaning to mention that if you’ve had the feeling I laugh about you, you’re right. I have. I am. Right now. My favorite part is laughing at the idea of someone who thinks they know who I’m talking about. Because you don’t. I promise. You don’t. Ok, it’s you. But who are you? Not the one I’m talking about. It’s not you, it’s the other one. Yeah, you. Now ask yourself, have you been wondering if it's you that I’m talking about? What do you think that means? A little conceited? Do you believe I mean you? Look at this from my perspective, I just made this whole thing up. I had nothing else to write because it’s so late and I am tired. So it wasn’t you at all. Imagine if it was.