Jun 20, 2019 23:16
Between work and my dissertation, I've forgotten sleep. Mostly though, the insomnia comes from work, from the faces that come and go and never come back again. There's no way to save them, no hope for any kind of cure on the horizon. These men are just scared and looking to talk to someone and I can feel how sad they are ... how lost.
God, I'm looking forward to the weekend.
[who] deanna troi