[ WP ] The night before Christmas , a train drunkenly pulls up right outside your house . It 's the Bipolar Express .

It's 2AM. Night before Christmas. Fuck you, I ca n't sleep. My brain is going too fast, I want to go out in the snow and make snow angels, I want to build a snowman. I want to make a snowman out of construction paper and tape it to the window. I want to make paper snowflakes and use the remaining paper as snow around me. I want to open my presents now, and eat the nutella in the cuboard. I do n't know why but because it's there. 
 
 I'm 10, and I do n't care. I ca n't sit still. They tried testing me for ADHD but it was inconclusive. I could focus like a laser beam on steroids. I ca n't sleep. I have n't been able to sleep properly for three months. 
 
 Yet I hear a train, in the distance. I do n't live near train tracks. What is this? A huge fucking train just showed up in front of my house like what? I do n't know, but I do know I want to go out to it, touch it, make sure it's real. I ca n't sit here. 
 
 I get up and go out to the train. A weird looking man with a scraggly beard and a hard look in his blue eyes stared at me. `` You're going to get on this train.'' He told me. `` And shut up.'' 
 
 `` Are you going to make me?'' I asked. `` Because that would be stupid. It'd be kidnapping. I'd yell loud and wake up this whole neighborhood! I'll make them come and see this!'' 
 
 `` Just get on the train.'' He said. His long bony arms shoved me forward and I stumbled onto the stairs. I climb up. 
 
 The train is in pandemonium. The other passengers, the other kids are running about. One girl in the front is dressed only in a sheet. `` I am god. This is all my creation!'' She's screaming. One boy in the back is openly sobbing. One girl is staring out the window dejectedly. Two boys up front are screaming at each other coming close to a fighting match. Another girl is frantically scribbling in a notebook with a zeal in her eyes I almost recognized. 
 
 `` I want to get off.'' I said. `` I do n't like it.'' 
 
 The conductor pushed me forward. `` There's no getting off this train. It's the Bipolar express.''
