If I kiss you where it hurts would you feel better, better, better at all

Tonight was officially the last night of summer, it's sort of strange to be honest. I don't see myself actually going to classes tomorrow morning. But, unfortunately I will be in a statistics class at 9:30 am wondering why I decided taking this class was a good idea. I am seeing someone I haven't seen in a month on Tuesday for reasons I can't even tell you. It should be interesting and uncomfortable, but I'm still optimistic about it. I finger the bracelets on my right wrist, my only visible attachment left from summer other than my tan. I don't want it to end, but really I should sleep and not think about you anymore than I already am.

I can't sleep, I can't dream, I can't eat

" I know we won't want for much, It's just me and you and a bed
and a shoreline."

Last night I never went to bed
I laid my head to rest upon my pillow and started drifting in and
out of reality
I was talking, either out loud or it was a fragmentation of my mind,
I was talking to myself about my notes
atleast I think that's what I was talking about
I feel as if I'm wasting time whilst sleeping, coincidentally I also
feel like sleeping is a recluse, I can spend a little time out of my
mind
I don't dream, it's black, empty, comforting space.