i'm awake in the middle of the night and boring myself with boring posts to which i will not subject the general public. this marks the 10th night in a row i have not slept through to the morning,
it's not as though i'm not tired. good lord am i tired.
fuck, i have nothing to say. there is much to talk about. last night i woke up gasping and drenched and i think i know why. i can't remember the dream but i have a sneaking suspicion of what's plaguing me. i live my days in denial and the nights are torture. the nights are torture when there is no sleep to be had.
tomorrow i leave for the cape. four short days but it feels like a lifetime. i need to get out of this place.
i'm very awake and not sure what i'll do next. this was my last resort.
