5/25/2015, 11:27 PM

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I can't sleep again. Not because of a nightmare or a fear of one, but because I'm not tired. Well, I can't focus and I certainly can hardly write this, but my eyes refuse to stay shut.

It's been happening too much lately, and it's honestly gotten me worried. When I do sleep, I have a nightmare about Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. When I can't sleep, I go crazy. It's a miracle I'm not a complete lunatic. Don't get me wrong; I'm in no way sane, but I could be a lot crazier.

I suppose I could try and talk to Macey about it. She knows the hell I've been through, and I'm not just talking about what Freddy and his friends did. No, ever since I went through depression in middle school, she's always had my back.

It's because of Macey that I'm still alive to this day. Actually, on multiple occasions, really.

But this is different. Being depressed is one thing. Being insane is another. I don't think she'll be able to help fully, but I guess it's worth a shot.

She's asleep now, though. I suppose I could wake her up, despite my knowledge of her hatred of being woken up late at night. But if it's for something serious, I suppose it could be worth it. After all, she's the only real family I have left. I mean, yeah, there's Mom and Dad, but they're in England, not America.

I guess I should just talk to her now. Here's hoping everything goes smoothly.

-Mike

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