Especially when there are things to do.
The tired never actually goes away. And now that I'm older, sleep is my only escape from reality.
It makes me sleepy thinking of it.
Oh sickness come save me, I'm being a baby.
I can't wait to feel better. I've got a sinking feeling that means I'm doomed. I'll never be anything or enough for me.
I wish I could change that.
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