Status: Awake, but slow.
The Diary of a Miserable Insomniac
Another Restless Night
Its 3:25am. This is the haunting period. The time when the demons of regret come for you. When you think of every possible thought in the universe, and it torments you mercilessly. All this extra time and room for thoughts, slowly drives you to insanity.
Time is the enemy. In its agonizing slow passing, I crumble. Shattering tortuously with no expression. I stare blankly, at everything, everyone I see. Seeing beyond, beyond the surface and straight into the beautifully bruised, broken world.
But I don't really see, just simply stare. Dark clouds covering my wide set eyes. I tremble without knowing, people ask. Some shot me with pity. Pity that makes me feel weak. I cant sleep, yet I yearn it. I wish and beg for it endlessly. There is no mercy for the restless.
Time is the enemy. In its agonizing slow passing, I crumble. Shattering tortuously with no expression. I stare blankly, at everything, everyone I see. Seeing beyond, beyond the surface and straight into the beautifully bruised, broken world.
But I don't really see, just simply stare. Dark clouds covering my wide set eyes. I tremble without knowing, people ask. Some shot me with pity. Pity that makes me feel weak. I cant sleep, yet I yearn it. I wish and beg for it endlessly. There is no mercy for the restless.