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Hello Insomnia,
We haven't met in ages.
How are you?
I hope you're fine, because I'm bloody well not.
Are you peeping into little children's windows, scaring them so they can't sleep?
Are you tapping on the window sill, keeping exhausted workaholics awake?
Are you whistling in the wind, softly but loud enough so it nearly deafens me?
Whatever it is, you're doing a damned fine job.
I'm an insomniac.
You win.
<3 Meagan
I'm so fucking tired, but I can't sleep. What the hell is wrong with me?
I miss writing so damned badly. I used to write stuff once every week, post it online, and people would tell me how well I write.
It's how I express my feelings, how I show my emotions.
It's how I cry in words.