Alfred Stevens.(Belgian; 1823-1906) ~ Moonlit Escape.
Petit: g’night, all xo sweetest dreams
Maybe they just don’t want to be my friend.
If they did, they might not be dicks to me.
If they do, that’s too bad.
I don’t want to be friends with dicks.
Part-Heart by Kate Nash
I’m back.
I haven’t posted in a couple days, but a lot of stuff has happened.
After I said “Okay, I know I just laid a bunch of shit on you these days, but I have some more if you want to hear about it.”
A dear friend of mine laughed and said to me,
“Sarah, that happens every time we talk recently. I just expect it.”
So here we go.
We’ll start with the insomnia. I’ve been so busy lately I’ve only gotten approximately 2.5 hours a night and a nap during the day. But it’s not just that. Each night I have lain in bed, begging for sleep, but it takes an hour to fall asleep. Just so we’re clear. I’ve had the opportunity to sleep for 3.5 hours, but I could only sleep for a couple before jolting awake about 30 minutes before my alarm goes off. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow, so I might just try to sleep through the night. We’ll see how it goes.
If I get to it I’ll elaborate later. I’m exhausted.
