  That's because I do this every night. I don't go to sleep when I should. I read webcomics or god knows what else. And yet I can't stop. Stopping would be giving in somehow. Going to sleep is admitting that I wasted another day. Going to sleep is just another reminder of how lonely I am. At least this way I'm so tired when I finally do go to bed that I just crash. No thoughts, no pain. Just sweet sleep. Sleep that is really much more interesting than pretty much everything I've done all day.
Right up until the moment I give up to go to bed, I still hope someone will try to talk to me. Very rarely do I even recognize this desire... but it's there. Every night I go to bed disappointed. Then come the dreams. They serve to break up the monotony. Last night I dreamt of having a lobotomy. Wake up, rinse and repeat. Goodnight. 
