I can’t sleep, but it’s not normal, it doesn’t feel normal at all. I am tired, and want to sleep an unexplainable amount, but my body, my mind isn’t letting me slip away to the unknown realm of dreams and mystery. I feel unnatural and as if I am being kept awake for some reason, perhaps this is a pinnacle turning point in my life, as if this is when I am supposed to reach a sudden revelation of life and it’s challenges. But still, after hours of wondering and lingering in this state of confusion and slight paranoia, I have yet to reach this enlightenment. I am beginning to become a little worried though, but somehow among all the chaos of my mind I manage to keep to my stable feeling of apathy, yet somehow also feeling content with all of this? I never realised writing and expressing my feelings could be so, relieving?








