The drone of endless clicking of a keyboard is all I can hear…

And honestly I don’t have the heart to tell my roomate that the reason for my inability to sleep for the last year starts simply with his enless typing.

His keyboard is in the room next to mine and at night until around four in the morning. Even when he has to be up at six am…he types and types and types. Talking to friends, cruising for sex. Sometimes bursting into laughter. Often having people from the internet phone him…the phone rings often as I lay awake.

I’m a quirky person and one of my quirks is that sleep is almost impossible for me unless I am the last to go to bed….it doesn’t matter a blaring ambulance is sitting outside my window…as long as I’m the last to go to bed, I will fall asleep.

So for the last week, since my anxiety, and stress and workload from school is high, sleep is even harder to come. I fall asleep from pure exhausting, and not sleeping for three days in a row…only to be awoken five minutes later by the clicking of more fucking keys on a keyboard.

I burst into tears almost every night this week because I was so tired it was becoming physically painful and all I could hear was the pounding of his keyboard at three in the morning…waiting for him to go to bed…falling asleep instantly as soon as he does. Doesn’t help though when you need to be up at four in the morning to work.

Nothing is stressing me out tonight though, my readings are done and I’m content. There’s barely a spot of stress or tension on me. But I had three hours of sleep last night and I worked, and I cooked and cleaned when I got home. I collapsed half an hour ago in a happy sleep…only to wake up five minutes later to the slamming of fingers on keys…covered in a hot sweat.

Almost in tears again….how can anybody spend ten hours in a row typing….five more hours until he goes to bed and I can fall asleep. Then its up at four thirty for yoga class…maybe I’ll get used to this.

there’s nothing I can do…its not his fault…its mine….

frustration