I barely managed 2 hours worth of sleep.  I never sleep enough and sleep is seldom much of a respite anyway. I’m not physically tired from lack of sleep, but I’m tired of being conscious, tormented by my thoughts.  I am so tempted to return to self-medicating; I’d rather be high, comatose or better still, dead.

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Author: Becca

Dead to the world, dead inside.

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