I can’t get to sleep. Great. This just means another couple of hours of thinking about everything that I’ve done wrong, wondering why I’m not good enough, realizing why I’m not good enough, crying, trying to shut down my brain, asking myself why I ever thought I would have a chance with you, crying, thinking about you some more, crying, thinking about death, getting so fucking scared I won’t be able to breathe, crying, pondering the earth’s existence, crying, crying, crying….
Fuck yes. It’s going to be a good couple of hours.