What have you got to lose? Except your soul.

Have you ever had one of those nights where you can't sleep? Not because you're not tired but because your mind is racing and awake. For the past three weeks I've had a sleeping pattern 8am to 3:30pm. I've been up every night wondering things about my future. Wondering about my friend who is in a mental hospital, wondering why she did it. It kills me too considering I told the people she asked me to tell (she can use a pay phone to call friends and family for a few minutes) and everyone is asking me why she did it, I don't know why and I can't ask her because she has to act happy (and they're watching her) so she could be put in another hospital. My life is all messed up. My meds are calming me down or making me sleep(I'm bipolar and I have insomnia). Yes I know this journal is full on b*tching but It's 6:51am, I have no one to talk to and my mind is on overload.