Tired.
The last time I felt this tired was when I climbed Mt Victoria back when I was in the ninth grade. It's like I'm teetering over the brink of oblivion with a rope tired to my waist and to a nearby tree. I'm stuck on the edge yet I can't fall in. It's so awful to be near comatose and not being able to go to sleep. I've almost fainted on several occasions in the day.
But that's not just because I'm sick. It's... it's hard to explain. Every time dad walks past me I keep on getting the feeling that something invisible is trying to strangle me. Maybe its succeeding to strangle me on the inside.
Maybe I've just been going crazy.
But I've spent the last five hours just lying on my bed and failing to go to sleep. I miss sleep. Oh, why won't today end?
(The fact that I've just finished reading 'Insomnia' scares the hell out of me.)
But that's not just because I'm sick. It's... it's hard to explain. Every time dad walks past me I keep on getting the feeling that something invisible is trying to strangle me. Maybe its succeeding to strangle me on the inside.
Maybe I've just been going crazy.
But I've spent the last five hours just lying on my bed and failing to go to sleep. I miss sleep. Oh, why won't today end?
(The fact that I've just finished reading 'Insomnia' scares the hell out of me.)