"Sleep makes a mockery of me. " There. There's my life in six words, and I'm pretty proud if I do say so myself.
Sleep makes a mockery of me. I don't even try anymore. There's the pills that I take, which have stopped working, and there are exercises and stuff, ways to breathe, stuff like that, that have never worked.
My mind will not stop talking.
That's the problem, right there. It's just going, and going, and going. Even if I have no external stimuli, it's all internal for me anyways. There's always something going on in my head, and i usually want to get up and write it down, and then nine times out of ten whatever i wrote down ends up being useless when i'm reading it the next day, so i end up tossing it out anyway.
yay.
so here's my four am rant, as i lay AWAKE and silent.
Sleep makes a mockery of me.
How can I make it stop??
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