... and yes, I did it again. And yes, I am sad and miserable again. And yes, I am terrified again of every single morning when I need to wake up and every single night I have to go to sleep.
And I used to laugh of weak people. I used to think "heh, they should be stronger". Yet I am the weakest of them all.
Life is all about choices ... the ones that you make, but mostly the ones you refuse to make until it's too late. Way to late. And then you cry. And curse. And get depressed. And drink. And do whatever you can to forget that, in the end, is all your own fault. Home brewed, home made.
Sleep will come, eventually.
Until then, I will be counting sheep.
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