When I can’t sleep, I watch movies or CSI or I lay in bed and list 10 female names from each letter of the alphabet. I’ve never made it to Z.
E, F, I and G are hard.
I can’t sleep.
I’m horrible at sleeping.
My last boyfriend told me that I’d constantly toss in my sleep. One time, I was crying and he woke me up and I shoved him into a wall.
I’m a violent sleeper, I guess.
Or else it was just some sort of suppressed rage.
It’s difficult to face, nightly, the fact that I can’t ever seem to fit into a relative degree of normalcy all around.
I don’t sleep normal hours.
I don’t dream normal dreams.
I talk in my sleep.
For a while, I think I sleep-walked.
I snore (that’s normal).
I’ve tossed myself out of bed before. I kick. I cry. I converse.
Once I woke up and couldn’t remember if what I had dreamed about had been an actual experience.
I spent the day thinking, in terror, that my mother was dead.
it’s 5 am and I’m still awake.
I started going to the gym in the evening because I thought it would help to relax me and help my mind wind down from the day.
I think I need to put my pillow case in the freezer again.
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