You havnt slept michael
So people complain and self diagnose all the time.
“I have such trouble sleeping, I really am an insomniac.”
“How many hours did you sleep last night”
“Well I tossed and turned, then slept from 3am to 830am.”
I am very rarely an angry person, but “Fuck you”
Since Monday night (which is my customary no sleep night because it reminds me of problems of last week and the problems to come) to now, Friday afternoon (im at work, seeing vampires) I have slept a total of 3 and half hours.
“Bullshit, you are exaggerating to make us feel bad for you and put us underneath you for you are almighty when it comes to battling the incessant need for sleep. A basic animal necessity”
“I wish it was bullshit. I wish I didn’t have to go threw the tribulations of surpassing my mortal-ness and joining the gods I don’t believe in. For threw my hallucinations (which there have been many) they agree they do not exist, then ask “And you have become us?” Yes, yes I have. I have murdered my friend, dear old sleep, that companion who would relate to me when it was time for me to be put away so I do not surpass myself. For in surpassing yourself you no longer exist. You are but you are not. There is but never will be. My eyes burn from conditions the element torture them with and the colors I see look like fire upon my peers.”
“Ok, you are a little fucked up. Maybe you haven’t had enough sleep lately.”
That’s exactly it. And the scary thing is I have reached a point were sleep is obsolete. I have trained my body and mind to function in this tiresome perpetuation. I told a man the other day he was the sweetest person I have met.
“But you haven’t met me, you’ve only sat done next to me on the bus, that’s not meeting”
“True, but you taste like sugar, find me another as sweet.”
He quickly moved away from me.
I want it to snow. So I can open my eyes and let the snow slowly put out the fire in them. Most animals hibernate in the winter. I walk the earth as corpse. Cold and dead, watching others sleep as I meander.
At least you loose weight when you are to tired to eat.
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Hope thanksgiving is bringing you things to give thanks about. The picture is three things to make meg angry: that boy, smoking in the house, and that boy wearing her clothes. I'm angry at my roommate.
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