Saturday, 22 August 2015
The "Once I Turned 50 Display Picture (or lack there of)"
I carried myself off to bed any chance I got, because sleeping had become far more preferable to being awake. I picked at the corner of my sheets trying to distract myself from thinking about insomnia. Whenever it entered my mind I began to stress and could never get to sleep. I wished I could just stop breathing. I used to kneel by my bed and pray to god that he would take it all away. But I am old now, and I have no time for make believe. No one can take this away except for me, but even Blind Freddy could see that I am not strong enough.