weird night

Last night I laid in my car for a few hours trying to go to sleep. This gave me memories of back then when I used to sleep in my car a lot. It was around my junior year when I'd have to sneak in to my house. Sometimes it would be impossible to sneak into the house so I'd just sleep in my car parked a few blocks down from the house. I'd wake up around 6ish to go back in. This particular night I couldn't sleep either. So let me explain the situation. My mom wanted to sleep in my room because she didn't want to sleep in the same bed as my father. My brother was downstairs with the tv on full blast making it improbable to sleep on the couch. I can't just take Miguel's room even though it's still mine because that's messed up. He wasn't even home but it's ok. Also I AM NOT GOING TO even TRY TO SLEEP IN MY BROTHER'S ROOM. The night sucked, I needed sleep because I was going to work at 10. That meant I had to wake up at 8 to get ready and shit. So I went outside and tried to sleep in my car. I was in my car for about 3 hours. Just laying down, trying to sleep. For some strange reason, I couldn't sleep. Laying in the car made me think a lot though. Sometimes I hate how my heart goes off somewhere and doesn't look at situations first. I don't like how it chooses the difficult one. For some reason my heart tends to do this to me. It's okay, I'll try to ignore it as much as I can. Ha.