since my surgery, i've been hit with terrible insomnia, even worse than what i'm accustomed to. it's the most detestable kind, where you're sleepy but can't sleep. it takes me ages to get to bed, and once i turn out the light i'll lie awake or stay in some kind of half-dozing trance where i'm not completely out (as if i'm swimming with my ears underwater, my surroundings muted but present). the first part i could probably attribute to my new 'words with friends' obsession, but the second part still very much has to do with my brain unable to shut itself off. it's like i've tired out my body but my brain's just getting started.
as much as i want to be home during the day, i end up dreading the night. how could something as sacred as blissful sleep become so tainted? it seems being an over-analyzer is both a blessing and a curse: i am able to see, but i can't erase what i've seen.
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