It caught up to me again.
I didn't want to wake up this morning.
Not even want to still be breathing.
It's so early but I don't want to sleep again either.
My past is swirling around my head and I can't make my tears stop...
I'm so tired of all this.
Maybe I should stare at the wall and wait for myself to calm down.
Or pass out.
Whichever comes first.