Weak, heavy, and dead.

Dead. Heavy and dead. Like that calm moment while you’re drowning and you finally quit fighting the water coming into your lungs. Weak, heavy, and dead.

Insomnia has come again, the monster I cannot escape. So tired and as always the sleep I yearn for will not come. I have two tests tomorrow. I am fucked. I haven’t studied for psychology, or economics. My eyes are watering….sleep. Sweet, sweet unconsciousness. Why don’t you visit me? I feel like shit. Tired, lonely, and plain old shit. I never expected my senior year to go completely smooth, but to already feel like this. I love a girl who a) is too busy for guys and b) couldn’t give a rat’s ass how I feel about her. I can’t work.