I haven't slept much in the past month. I want to. My mind just refuses. I wish my mind wouldn't refuse. I'm so tired, to the point of pure exhaustion. My eyelids are dark, and my eyes are bloodshot.
I just want to sleep.
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A Letter To Someone Who Can't Be Special Anymore
SachbücherJust some of my daily thoughts, feelings, and activities. You'll notice that I think more than I speak.
Sleep
I haven't slept much in the past month. I want to. My mind just refuses. I wish my mind wouldn't refuse. I'm so tired, to the point of pure exhaustion. My eyelids are dark, and my eyes are bloodshot.
I just want to sleep.