I think I’m just going to make it a rule that if I haven’t been able to fall asleep by 5:30am, I should just give up for the day, regardless of how shitty and nauseous I feel because of it. I am tired of my mind keeping me awake constantly, tired of feeling lied to, tired of uncertainty.
Sleep is becoming less and less familiar these days, thanks to a number of stresses. Sometimes I want to curl up in a ball and cry, sometimes pulling my own plug seems like the best idea, sometimes I just want to pack a bag and disappear and be completely forgotten.
One crisp Monday morning, Scott found out the shop had sold out of chocolate croissants. There were no survivors.
Right in the feels.
Anonymous asked: what are 5 favorite songs? =)
Of all time? I can’t narrow it down to just 5. But I can give you 5 of the best that I’ve listened to incessantly this past week …