Don’t let me sleep

Again the dark streets of an imaginative paradise. Monkeys, flies, and the me of the future who will surely be ashamed of everything I write now.
I’m horrible right?
Hello.
I’m already ashamed, hello future xd.
The fact is that lately I am going through a quite interesting emotional crisis at this hours.
Although I like to exaggerate. I am quite dramatic. And then I complain about why people can’t stand me. Very nice xd.
Don’t fall asleep so early! Don’t fall asleep so early! The voice of all my relatives makes a bomb in my brain, again.
And like every afternoon, I begin to rethink my life.
Who I am? I don’t know. It’s me? I don’t know, hello, it’s me? I don’t know, hi, I’m Diana. Wait, what?
Will I be who I want to be? Am I? Definitely not although in a certain part yes. A bit contradictory, right?
Sometimes it is difficult for me to understand myself, definitely sometimes it is easier for me to understand others.
And the others, who could be considered the others?
Why are strangers scaring us when the people we consider friends were strangers until we met them?
Even our relatives would be strangers if blood didn’t unite us.
Could we have met them?
What could I know? Now is now, and I want to change it but not at the same time.
Maybe the one who is your brother could be your best friend.
Or your worst enemy?
What do we gain by having enemies?
And what does friendship mean?
It has so many definitions.
Is there a correct one?
Or is wrong the correct one?
And this makes me think, with the neurons that I still have left, although I doubt having ever had them 100% functional, what am I doing writing this?
Well, I’m writing it while listening to Eminem complain about his mother in the background, right?
How easy it is to complain.
Complaining is an art.
But why don’t we solve what we complain about?
Do we want to be artists?
But why be? It’s a lot of work, and I’m lazy.
What do I gain from being lazy?
More laziness.
Vicious circle.
I want to sleep.