Either sleep is fickle, or I am. The best part of sleep is the comfort. It's got warmth, security, and freedom from the stresses of life. Why then, do I never do it when I can. I was exhausted hours and hours ago.
It's 2:49am. I'm pooped. I'm still not going to sleep. I don't know why, but I'd rather do just about anything else than to what I need to get rest. I make no sense to me.
It's 2:49am. I'm pooped. I'm still not going to sleep. I don't know why, but I'd rather do just about anything else than to what I need to get rest. I make no sense to me.
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