I lied. I’m still awake.
And I think I have an eating disorder. And not the “cool” kind where you at least look attractive in your fucked-up-edness.
I’m afraid to go to bed. I defy it. I hate it. I love it. I’m fucking aspoeirna;asod0aw43. Could be worse. At least I don’t hear tEh VoiCeZ.
I just want to scream and flail my arms and do wacky things. Not go to bed. Not sleep. Not stop. Not breathe. Just go go go go go go go go go!
My eyes feel kind of heavy though.
Heaaaaavy.
Fuck.
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