Nothing gets better

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Kakashi moving around recklessly in his sleep tossing and turning. Moaning like he was in pain? Muffled whimpers coming out almost like He was trying to make his words out to someone.

quickly jolting up
droplets running down his face. Tears wetting his puffy cheeks

"Of course... another bad dream."

He sighs after gathering fresh air for his burning lungs

He'd often suffer these problems.
he began teaching himself meditation and frequently trying things in his spare time.

He quickly grasped the sheets. Being 29 and still having terrifying dreams wasn't such a common thing at that age.

Nobody around knew Kakashi had such problems. Not like he'd tell anyone. he wasn't the type to get "close to people"
He didn't really have anyone...

sighing and nodding to himself

"Breakfast"
He thought to himself. he slowly stood up from the hard floor he slept on every night

his nerves weren't exactly calm enough to be moved But knowing he had things to do, he got up anyway. Not caring if the pain was still feel-able from shaking so hard.

He felt sticky... already hitting him that it was in fact sweat.
This happened regularly tho. almost like a routine for him now

Including the same bad dream...
waking up panting and drenched.
happening over and over again.
It's quite uncomfortable

finally getting a good grasp to the floor with his feet. Carefully making sure not to tumble or fall
...slowing walking his slumped body to the bathroom; rubbing his eyes, tryna get them to adjust to the morning light. Scratching his hair and yawning.

He barely slept. he didn't care. he was used to it. He didn't even know what a good sleep felt like

quickly shrugging to himself, not wanting to think any deeper on how miserable he truly is...
running his hand through his hair

he did this often to calm himself . He loved to feel the soft strains brush against his fingers.
Making him feel relaxed. 
Moving his hand once more through his head, briefly massaging his scalp and groaning.
Letting the water spill over his head.

he turned the water heat up all the way up.
Banging the shampoo bottle against his palm & squirting the last bit in his hair.

Kakashi sigh out of announce. He hated the store but he desperately needed to go. Almost all of his essentials were empty

Kakashi Shrugging off any other thought as his stomach begins growling patting himself dry
staring at himself in the mirror. nobody was around to see his face. he lived on the very end of the village alone.

quickly discarding his wet/sweaty damp towel
As it smelled very unpleasant.

Kakashi is surprisingly comfortable within his home. Not many people lived around him. But the people who did live around him wasn't necessarily dangerous.
Kakashi could sense their chakra level as well. which wasn't threatening

He avoided mirrors a lot tho....he looks like his father.

He didn't hate looking like his dad completely.
But he didn't really love it either.
It reminded him of his death when he imagined sukumo.
it would pain Kakashi everytime he glanced at himself in the mirror without his mask on.
remembering all the good time he spent with his father.
Kakashi would be so overly joyed when his father returned from his missions! Kakashi always looked forward to fun time with his father. Sakumo would always take Kakashi out.