sleeping is the worst part of my day.
i lie awake tossing from side to side, running scenarios through my head where i finally die.
sometimes i fear for myself.
should i really be thinking like this?
why do i have the need to move in front of a moving car?
why do i fantasize about slitting my throat?
i think about you sometimes.
i torture myself with the thought of you caring about me.
i'd rather slit my throat than dream about you again.
