My fucking brain is all scattered. I feel like sometimes I wake up and I'm not myself, like, am I the imposter? Should I have just stayed in the dream? Am I really alive? hell, at times I can't even sleep because I stare at the ceiling and just hallucinate random things on the ceiling and end up watching some freaky freddy kreuger shit, and it just pisses me off. I mean, isn't just 4 hours of sleep enough? The best I can get is 5 or 6 with melatonin, and it doesn't work for shit. Not even 4. Not even 5 mg of 10 mg. It sucks! Hell, sometimes I think about just giving up completely on this life, and I should've just given up when I had the chance, but the curse that I carry is that I work better under pressure.
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