What am I doing

It's 2:40 am now and I can't sleep
Been thinking of blank things really deep
I want to take a good slumber
But the exam's hangover is taking over
I have something that i remember
But i prolly not share it because i'm a secret keeper
I want to write something worthy of anything
But my ideas were all about longing
Longing for something i cannot distinguish
Maybe i'm just hungry of something delish?
It's 2:48 now and i'm already yawning
Wasted eight minutes to write something boring