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I seem to have an insomnia problem. My brain refuses to switch off and peels apart the skin of all my past worries, stress, disappointments, betrayals. The sheer bitterness of being unheard, of reaching out only to be answered with a thick, lifeless silence. My mind won't turn off, it pulls on things which have already taken too much of my effort. I tell myself that they're not even worth thinking about, but that's where it ends - on telling myself.
I turn the light on and stare at something with glassy eyes or I listen to music, trying to get my mind off the demons. Nothing wants to work, except the various habits I get into. Harmful in the end, but quite effective in easing the buildup. Ah, insomnia. It's terrible when you're robbed of your last resort.
I turn the light on and stare at something with glassy eyes or I listen to music, trying to get my mind off the demons. Nothing wants to work, except the various habits I get into. Harmful in the end, but quite effective in easing the buildup. Ah, insomnia. It's terrible when you're robbed of your last resort.