Sleep

It's so hard to sort anything out when you can't sleep, when your conscious mind wont shut off long enough for your subconscious mind to begin processing! It's not fair I tell you, and it is beginning to drive me utterly mad!

I should be sleeping at this ungodly hour, not tossing and turning still finding it useless to even try and get some sleep. I need something, a drug of some sort to knock me out so I can manage seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. From where I'm sitting, curled up on a couch with the stars for company, I'm not getting those hours.

My mind is whirring and grinding and flipping over this idea and that, constant and non-stop. It's like a broken record at some points, wondering why someone thought that self harm was bad, why can't a few cuts be good? Why can't I ever think, 'the consequences be damned' and do something that I'm itching to do. BEcause right now, I'm itching, I'm twitching towards the sharpness of it all and it disturbs me because right now I don't care about the consequences, but I must enough to not do anything.

I just want some sleep...