I have insomnia. I think that’s the word you’d use to describe this. It’s 4:30 AM and I can’t get back to sleep. And everything is eating away at me. I hate not being able to sleep for longer than a four-hour period. I’ve been lying here thinking about all the things I should and could do better. Everything from visiting my parents more often, paying my bills on time, and picking up the phone, to paying everyone back for the donations they gave me because I’m freaking out about running in November. The list of things I should and could do better is infinite. This long night might meet an even longer morning, which will mean an even longer day.
Somebody please punch me.