It becomes thoroughly clear at 3:23am, when I have been tired for ages and have to get up in 3 hours, that I am depressed.  Very depressed. Neglecting friends and things I owe them.  Just wanting to sleep forever.  And sure this is public. Fuck it.  I’m not ashamed of my struggles.


I’m honest.  Deal, or don’t.  I’m so far past caring.

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