Status: Awake, but slow.
The Diary of a Miserable Insomniac
With stinging eyes and a blank stare
I got two hours of sleep last night, I've never felt more alive. I just pray tomorrow will following in the footsteps of yesterday, but I don't want to push my luck.
Maybe if rest visits me again, my heavy dark circles will slowly fade, I'm beginning to look like the living dead.
Oh, if only sleep were as kind, I guess I'm not fascinating or maybe I'm too melancholy to be around because sleep have once again stood me up.
Maybe if rest visits me again, my heavy dark circles will slowly fade, I'm beginning to look like the living dead.
Oh, if only sleep were as kind, I guess I'm not fascinating or maybe I'm too melancholy to be around because sleep have once again stood me up.