Six in the morning here. Still haven't slept. I'm used to the insomnia by now, but the long hours of being stuck in my head still get to me. Too much time to think. Too much time to go over all the little details, what went wrong, what's missing, and all the rest.
I'm broken. Sometimes, I just hurt. No physical cause, it's all in my head. I know that much. Don't know if I can be fixed anymore. Don't know if I'm even worth the effort to fix. And yet, I continue on, day after day.
It's such an empty feeling. No one to share it with. No one to talk to. I've tried, god knows I've tried.
Maybe it's time to put an end to it. Time to see what's waiting for us, after...
Don't mind me. Just the ramblings of a sleep deprived mind, I'm sure. Not that anybody does, mind, that is.
