lack of sleep has taken a burden upon me, it's kind of obnoxious, to be very precise - it deserves to be censured. nothing is working as per my will, even though i'm aware that expectations have always killed. people have came & left, only pain has remained. even happiness and feelings of joy are not profound, they're built fairly on low delusions, and crumble easily every passing day. does this progression of challenges and obstacles even hold a purpose for me? i don't know. do i deserve it? maybe, yes. everyone does, but i hope that challenges of such level do not happen to people like me. only strong-minded individuals can face harsh conditions. am i overthinking? probably, maybe i'm just sick.