Having a light switch next to your bed.
Being hard on oneself.
Overdone, just breathe.
Where I could find sanctity. Now I’m just haunted by infatuation. The act of sleeping, like much I’ve come to rely on for peace, is rotting.
Oh for three.
on to fourth.
I try too hard.
had a dream.
my closest friend and I were being hunted. one of those “everybody is in on it” type dreams. scary shit.