the bags under my eyes seem to stretch for miles and miles underneath me and to the very core of all existence. i didn’t sleep last night or the night before. i knew i was tired and i knew i wanted to be asleep but it was just like the bad old days again and i couldn’t close my eyes without seeing something awful and it didn’t matter if it was something i had seen before or something i never wish to see but my imagination was running wild into a field of angry hornets.
