Both my body AND my mind resist sleep. Even with three types of sleep meds, they both resist. I hate sleep. Hate it. Always have. Expect that I always will. I feel why they call it, “the little death.”
Used to be, I could do very well on little sleep, sometimes none. Now, not so much.
Unlike most insomniacs, I don’t want to sleep. I really want to not need to sleep. I want to stay up always, to work and play 24/7. Why does sleep need to steal my life?
So, instead of sleep or productivity, I end up posting pointless, semi-intelligible ramblings on Facebook.
I guess that’s one of my (many) issues: I go to bed mad every night, just from the fact that I must go to bed at all. Sounds like a movie title, “Sleep Angry”. Oh well
#TMI #latenightramblings via Facebook
