I haven't had an almost completely sleepless night in a long time (year-ish), even after going off of sleeping pills.
And then-BAM!
My old habit picked up again last night--I usually use those few minutes (or hours) before I fall into sleep to worry about everything in my life. And this worry-wortness abated for a year--until last night. I just couldn't get my mind off the fact that my life isn't worthwhile at all right now. I feel compelled to create an opus, but have nothing in mind. And I have so much time on my hands and I do nothing with it.
I feel blah. And tired.
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