I tossed and turned throughout the night. I can’t remember at which point my eyes finally grew heavy and I drifted away, but I remember the nightmares I had between that moment and when my eyes finally re-opened. I dreamt of my childhood, my heartbreaks, and all of the piles of shit the future has in store for me. I begged to fall asleep for so long, but never thought that sometimes sleeping could be even worse than consciousness. I woke up feeling like I was falling down from the highest mountain in the world. The room felt so cold that it might as well have been snowing in there. I awoke to an empty house that reminded me of how empty my soul has become. I wonder how many hours I will spend tossing and turning tonight; I wonder if it is even worth the effort at all

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