I'm so tired I can't think straight. And yet...my brain won't let me sleep either. Everything is packed to the ceiling with boxes. My room is empty, the walls are bare. I feel like my personality and character got packed away as well, stacked on top of the box with the breakables.
I have cuts on my hands, fingers, feet, arms. Bruises up and down my legs. I twitch when I see cardboard. Tomorrow I get to go paint a room.
Suffices to say, I'm so ready to get shit MOVED. I'm cranky, tired and not sleeping. And somehow, today was actually a good day. Go figure. Maybe it's because for the most part, I left my phone in my room on silent. This is new to me.
Sandman, come.
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