Insomnia


Too many tired days and sleepless nights. It’s almost as thought something haunts me in my dreams to the point where my subconscious refuses to let me sleep. Interesting yet creepy to think of. Surviving off close to an hour of sleep; unhealthy. I’m unable to focus long enough to finish the things I start. Tasks that once upon a time seemed so simple are so complex to me now. I make decisions that I can’t seem to stick to and start routines I can’t seem to stick with.

Look at what I have become; of what has become of me. Is this the same person I once was? Is this the me I have always been? Was I just hiding away awaiting the perfect time? I do not know. I don’t seem to know the answer to anything anymore. I just seem to be a huge head full of questions, and half-ass answers, confusion and clouds, paranoia and uncertainty.

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