Unbroken sleep is an unattainable glory. A legend. An urban myth.
I just go round and round in circles of turmoil, recounting every single fucking thing that brings me pain and worry, wishing the clock wasn't edging ever nearer to when I have to drag my shattered shell of a body out of bed to face another day of semi-coherent bullshit.
I hate how deranged my sleep patterns are.
Uh oh, I bumped this thread. Now FS and Mockery are going to be mad...
Sorry...
