give me something to believe in, a breath from the breathing so write it down, i don't think that i'll close my eyes. 'cause lately i'm not dreaming, so what's the point in sleeping? it's just that at night, i've got nowhere to hide. to the sleepless, this is my reply: I will write you a lullaby.
[me] eighteen. freshman in college. double major in psychology and criminal justice. native new yorker. short. quiet. open-minded. crazy. an optimist. yankee fan. [music] pretty much all of it. i'll listen to anything. [loves] reading. music. dance. movies. sleeping. baseball. piano songs. my ipod. various movie actors. sweatshirts. scarves. the office. new york city. movie soundtracks. naming inanimate objects. forensic science-y things. my friends.