I'm so tired, all the time. I'm never not. I can't get a decent night's worth of sleep. I don't want to, anyway. My dreams fuck me up too bad. They aren't necessarily nightmares, but they are terrifying. Mostly because they come from my brain. I often dream about death, and blood, and horrible things happening to the world. It's the apocalypse. It's different each time. There will be dreams where I'm a dirty hero, and others in which I watch the ones I love die. I wake up, terrified, not at the possibly that ones I care about are dead, but that I didn't think twice about their deaths in my dream. Often times, I'm the one who kills them. Then I just sit in the dark and pray that the other things sitting in the dark don't get me.
