rigggght here.

by limmie

I am becoming a boring person.
Every hour I have the need to turn to my pillows.

I hate this draggy interim.
My head is slowly dying.

I get my nap.
And tell myself when i get up, everything becomes alright again.

But boo no. That doesn’t happen.

So my life cycle for the week becomes:
Sleep. Interim. Sleep. Interim. Sleep.

But interim is still not done.
Even the eating process is killing me.
I don’t ever compromise with food.

What is wrong with me.
DOCTOR SHERILYN, ENOUGH AHHH.

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