It’s quiet and many are asleep, but I’m not. I never am. I can’t sleep. Ever. It’s awful, painful and exhausting. I just want to lead a normal life. I want to wake up everyday at a normal time and go about my day like a normal person. But does that ever happen? No. And I don’t know why.
Someone once told me, “The things that have happened to you and who you are, are two totally different things.”
Are they really though?
I’d like to think so.