My eyelids open. It’s 3am. I was asleep a second ago, and now I am wide awake and tears start to stream down my face. Perplexed and annoyed, my frustration at this weird event becomes tangible so at least I can understand the next tears that flow. Is it possible that I’m so detached from my emotions that I subconsciously process them? Is this my ego playing the greatest trick of all on me? It’s like the universe is saying, if you’re going to avoid feelings, then we’ll deal with them when you’re sleeping. Only, joke is on you, universe, because I woke up this time. WHAT THE F!?

I’m starting to become afraid of sleep. As if I needed a reason not to sleep; I was already barely sleeping to begin with.