Can't sleep
My mind an endless
Cacophony
Of static
Like a TV that won't turn off
Constant
Searing
Noise
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Why won't you be quiet for once
Let me sleep
Please
I'm going mad
Inside my head
And no one knows
Because I dread
Reality
YOU ARE READING
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
