Best way to spend a night?

Watch your favorite show. In English this time.
And cry. A lot. Because it hurts.
A lot.

I have to get up in just over an hour. Do I try for a nap or do I deal with it all the way through~?
The show is getting to the better parts. It's worth it. It's a lot more heartfelt when I can hear words I actually understand. Plus, the soundtrack is amazing.

I guess... Since I won't really have any other time to watch with this fast of internet speeds, I can take a nap after school or during second period.
Oh, how foolish it is to choose not to sleep, but if I do, I'll only be more tired than I was before...
But, stupid decisions are the epitome of teenage life, and I've only got a few weeks of it left... Technically, it ended six months ago.
But I don't think I'll let that affect anything.

Roll in the Fog, and Erase

Is it being tired that's got your tongue in shambles?

Is it the itch to stop and turn around?

Is it the familiarity of everything that stains your sight red?

Maybe you just want to start over. 

Maybe, you've grown weary of all of this, the same scenery, the same faces, maybe you want to wipe it all away and start again somewhere new, somewhere different. 

Maybe you want to forget again and go back to wondering what actually happened.

Maybe you want sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen to be just numbers again like all the others are. 

Maybe, compared to everything else, it seems so simple. So easy. So true. So /you./

You sit in a cave, the echoes of droplets on cold floors all around you a symphony that you cannot drown out. 

You sit on a beach, the sand warm but harsh, the broken seashells in your hand clinking together like stardust chimes. 

You sit in the river, water rushing over your head but you don't need to breathe. You never have. 

You sit silent and wonder what would it be like, to go back to the simplest?

To live to eat, to eat to live, as survival of the fittest or the smartest. 

No, it would be too much. To go back that far would be to lose everything you don't want to forget. 

And yet, it's all so alluring. 

Perhaps, all you need is a simple restart. 

A way to wipe clean the slates and forget all of this. 

A way to blow away the exhaustion that ghosts your shoulders like the midnight fog that rolls in from the ocean.  

A way to erase it all, and start again someplace new. 

Doesn't it sound nice?

Another restart? Another hard wipe? Another layer of amnesia?

You certainly think it does. 

But you aren't the only one out there and forgetting isn't so easy when other hands reach for you.