Dear Insomnia:
"Why is this happening right now, Why does this happen?"
Have I said this 10 times already? I'm furious ---
and burning with desire wanting to know what's my fucking problem.
I'm tempted to throw things.
I can't seem to shed a tear or tears when I know I want to.
Pacing back and forth I will never get rest.
GAH!
The nights - I'm oh, so ... used to.
I HATE you!
Restless,
T.
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