During my freshman year in highschool, I stopped sleeping. I knew exactly why I stopped, but could never start again. As of now, as a sophmore in college, I take pills to sleep. When I take them, I dream. I don't dream if I don't take them. If I don't take them, however, I don't sleep. The dreams seem to kill sleep though. They slowly eat away at my mind and my sleeping self. They break down things that I cannot face when I'm awake and leave me restless and terrified to move.
I'm the certified insomniac, destined to be awake.Labels: dreams, insomnia, sleep |
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