It’s 3am and I haven’t slept a wink. I have to be up for work in 3 and a half hours and I don’t know what to do. I’m going to be so tired and yet I can’t sleep.
What’s stopping me? Is it me constant fear because I’m home alone and I’m scared of what might happen? Or is it because I’d rather stay up on the internet than face my own sick mind? I just don’t know. I don’t know what to think.
I can feel it though. Slowly taking me to sleep. Slowly slipping into the cracks of a rebellious and disgusting mind- one noone should have to hear about, nor see.
But as it starts to take me, I won’t fight. I won’t fight at alll