Sammuel Pickett

Daniel

Date: 1/18/12
Time: 3:40a.m.
Entry: #2

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep.

I can't fucking sleep!

Which is fucking fucked up because I am so goddamn tired. Whoever said taking a cold shower wakes you up is a fucking lie. That shit only made me more tired. 

I don't know why but I can't. I never can. I always sleep just fine up until three o'clock hits. I don't know what wakes me up or what my problem is but as soon as the clock hits 3am. I am up. For the past 40 minutes, I've been trying to entertain myself until Daniel comes back so I can sleep. We discovered long ago that I can sleep perfectly fine during the night but only when I'm with someone(aka Daniel) else. I can't sleep alone past three. If Daniel isn't with me, I can't sleep. Which is why, Daniel is most likely on his way from his latest bootycall. He better be or he'll have hell to pay. 

Oh! Why haven't I thought of this before! I'll call him! Give me a moment Mr. Cuddlypoops.
Okay back. Anyways, he said give him another fifteen to twenty minutes and he'll be here. 

So until then, let's talk about Daniel. My lovely Daniel. Daniel, has always have and will be my best friend. My only true friend. He's always been there for me when I needed him. He hugs me when I'm sad, plays with me when I'm lonely, feeds me when I'm hungry. He is my person, my very important person. I just, I love him. 

But not in the way you are probably thinking. Daniel is to me as your mother is to you. We are nothing more than family. It's always been me and Daniel against the world. Literally. Every since my parents gave me away to be a lab rat because they couldn't put up with my Narcolepsy. Daniel has been there to protect me when the doctors went to far or people began to pick on me. He has never(and I doubt ever will) hesitated to kick someones ass for me. I've lost count on how many times he's ended up in jail for kicking someones ass or trying to kill someone for me. Like that one time with Albert when he tried to-

I'm jumping ahead of myself here, but I just can't help it. It's so many things that Daniel has done for me that it'll take a four life times for me to repay him. Yeah, four of them. Not one but four. Daniel is just that fucking great. 

Daniel has his faults too though, I'm not gonna lie. He's not perfect. At all. I mean he uses my 'fame'(I guess?) to score sluts. He's a gigantic manwhore. We used to keep track of all the sluts(calling them sluts because 1. they are and 2. Daniel sleeps with anything that's human, walks and have an opening. Not even kidding) but after filling up two little black books. We stopped. I make sure to get him tested every month. He's not allowed to drink heavily or do drugs when he's not in my line of sight. He can have the occasional beer when he goes out to bars. Two at the very most. If he goes over that limit(I make sure to check. Trust me, I have my ways), he is instantly grounded and refused all contact with other people besides me. 

Reading over that, it sounds like I'm his girlfriend or clingy lover. Which is not true at all(as stated above), Daniel is simply my parental figure and I am his. Don't ask me how it works, it just does. It might sound weird to other people but oh well. My life and all that.

Sigh. My head hurts. Daniel, where the fuck are you?! 

I probably not even making any sense, I'm so fucking tired. My eyes are doing that one thing when you read something and you don't really know what the fuck you are reading until the tenth try. Like I fucking swear these letters are moving around on this paper. Fucking eyes not wanting to stay goddamn closed!

You know what I noticed, Mr. Cuddlypoops? I swear more when I'm tired. Why is that I wonder? Maybe it's something I picked up from my mom because she swore alot. Even more so than me. But then again swearing and drinking is what she does best. What a great mom she is. Maybe I should give her a-

Oh, that's Daniel coming in now. I'm going to go climb in his bed with him after he takes a shower. I don't particularly want to smell sex and pussy while I go to sleep. Especially on him. I shudder and gag just at the thought of it. It's like imaging your parents having sex, or even worse, your grandma. Yeah. Not nice shit. 
Anyways ta-ta for now, Mr. Cuddlypoops!

- Sammuel Pickett