Status: Awake, but slow.
The Diary of a Miserable Insomniac
All the days are the same
Today feels like yesterday and all the days before. Everyday just seems to blur in with the other.
Stinking eyes and blank stares, never really catching what's happening around you.
A lifeless miserable face looking back at you through the mirror, quiet sighs and well rubbed eyes.
No rest, only restlessness.
Stinking eyes and blank stares, never really catching what's happening around you.
A lifeless miserable face looking back at you through the mirror, quiet sighs and well rubbed eyes.
No rest, only restlessness.