It’s 12:34 am.
Well, I guess it’s not to bad compare to other night owls out there. People stay up until 4 am or even worse they up until noon.
But I know where this is going, I will end up staying very late.
I did my meditation before bed. I had hot milk. I took my sleeping pills. And here I am. Still fucking awake.
My brain is refusing to go to sleep.
I made a plan tomorrow with my friend, Jodie. I guess I will have to cancel it now.
This is a serious problem. Sleep is the most important thing. I just don’t understand my body is doing this to me.
I have to see a doctor. But, I know they will just give me another prescription for sleeping pills. I can’t take them anymore.
I need help.
I used to complain almost every day. On everything. On everyone. Work, food, horrible service at a store, stupid and unforgivable friends, people who do not have the sense to respect people’s spaces in public transport, messy house, a milkshake that is not cold enough, a new staff who couldn’t…