I write this at just after 6 pm.
But if feels as though its been days between any rest, it feels like 1am…. and yet I feel restless.
Insomnia is a vile temptress which can not even be evaded at best measures. The hard switch, But what it matter, not felt like myself for at least a year now. Just a fucking puppet waiting for the inevitable to happen.
Minutes seem like hours, hours like days, and an eternity of otherwise……
Tired or being lonely. And I am not allowed to be with those I wish for most. FML.