Sleep is still escaping me.

In english, we've been assigned a new project. There's this big artistic thing called post secrets. People send this guy their secrets or thoughts written anonymously on a post card, and it gets published. There's 4 books & a website.
We have to make one, not for submission but just to hand to our teacher. He won't know whose is whose. No name, just a secret. A secret and a poem.

There's a lot I could write.
There's also a lot I might not want to.