sometimes when i can’t sleep and it gets to the first hours of the next day, i start doubting my own existence. everything becomes so blurry that you can’t really tell what’s real and what isn’t anymore.
your mind gets so tired it starts hurting, and suddenly even reality feels like something you have to consciously believe in.
and then unfortunately i still have to work, so i’m just trying to survive this tuesday without thinking too hard about anything because if i let myself think for more than five seconds i’m probably going to cry.









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