Here we go, it’s finally catching up to me. All the sleepless nights have left me physically fatigued, but oh no, never mentally and emotionally, which is what I need to feel in order to get a good night’s sleep. I’ve honestly stopped counting the number of hours I get each night, all I know is that before I actually fall asleep, I hear birds tweeting and the sunlight creeping past my blinds. Then I get depressed before I enter that sleep state because I know I’ve gotten maybe a few hours at best. Just so you guys know, this is going to be a ramble-y post, with no particular topic in mind or poignant discussions. There will be no thought-provoking questions, no crazy feeling talk, no making you look back on your own life and prodding through memories. Just good old fashion rambling about sleepless nights. If you don’t want to read past this sentence, I swear I completely understand. I’m good like that.

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