Status: Awake, but slow.
The Diary of a Miserable Insomniac
Long lingering sleeplessness
It's become exceedingly challenging for me to decipher where the floor ends and the walls began. I suppose it my eyes, I assume their completely drained of any lingering strength, much like the rest of my zombie-like body.
I sometimes feel as though my bed is drifting off in a sea of crashing, violent waves and I'm left alone, slowly drowning over and over again.
I wish I could sleep, oh how I took it for granted all those times. I'm so strikingly weary, I can hardly stand. I wish for nothing more than one good 8 hour rest, one can dream can't they?
I sometimes feel as though my bed is drifting off in a sea of crashing, violent waves and I'm left alone, slowly drowning over and over again.
I wish I could sleep, oh how I took it for granted all those times. I'm so strikingly weary, I can hardly stand. I wish for nothing more than one good 8 hour rest, one can dream can't they?