Alright, so it’s about 5:30 in the morning as I write this, so I can’t guarantee this will make much sense. I’m about to get very “Dear Diary” all up in this shit.
I haven’t been able to sleep “properly” as of late. Granted, I’m still unemployed, meaning sleep is all kinds of fucked up for me (like, waking up before noon will get me a pat on the back––from myself), but it’s bad. Like really bad. See the timestamp for this blog post?
Now the reason for being unable to sleep is different than what I’m used to; I’m not depressed. At least not yet. I suppose you could say I’m more anxious. Perhaps this is embarrassing to admit, but I think I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, so fuck it. Continue reading