I want to go to sleep. I need to go to sleep. I miss being able to go to sleep at night. All I do is just think and my thoughts just keep me up at night. Sleeping was the way that I escaped from this world. Even it was only for a few hours. I miss sleeping. I miss sleeping when it wasn't just an escape but just a way to rest. I love sleeping. It's like death... but temporarily. I can't leave this world forever... not yet at least. But at least I can for a few hours. Sleep is just a temporary death. Sleep is my temporary death.
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RandomDepression... it feels like you're drowning. It gets harder to breathe as every second flies by. Everyone is just watching you drown, but not noticing that you might be on your very last breath. Will someone save you? Will you be able to save yourse...
