I'm such a pathetic waste of space. Why am I even alive? Every time I sleep in until 4AM, which I had for two weeks not been doing but now it's getting there again; all I can think of when I roll over and see the time is, "Oh, gee, how awful. Another wasted day in my pathetic life." Which I waste whether I'm in bed or not. Frankly I don't give a flying fart in space if I'm in bed for two days. Pretending to sleep. Not knowing the difference anymore between consciousness and sleep. Wiping at my burning, teary, insomniac eyes. And then dragging myself, zombielike, to the kitchen, so I can eat a large pizza all to myself and not get full, and stuff my face with an entire honeydew melon and not get full.
Yep. Another day in paradise. Where I get hyper off of a sleeping pill and start cleaning. And then, on the nights I don't take a sleeping pill, that's when my body demands sleep it cannot get.
One night. One night! That's all it took for my awesome routine to turn to sh*t. I was happy! I was doing so well. And I fought so hard to get there. Now look at me. On second thought, don't.
Yep. Another day in paradise. Where I get hyper off of a sleeping pill and start cleaning. And then, on the nights I don't take a sleeping pill, that's when my body demands sleep it cannot get.
One night. One night! That's all it took for my awesome routine to turn to sh*t. I was happy! I was doing so well. And I fought so hard to get there. Now look at me. On second thought, don't.
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