I haven't slept for more than two hours straight in a week. I haven't been in my bed in even longer than that. I'm tired of sleeping on floors. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of working my ass off to know no reward. I just want to quit
The hour grows earlier, the morning birds have just risen from their nests. I've been up all night, I've been up every night for a week now, trying to straighten out the mess I've made of my life
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She crouched in the doorway, her bright eyes peering into the darkness. Poised like a tiger, a lynx ready to pounce at the slightest sound. She could here them coming, her body tensed.
So, I was just about to go outside and get naked and go for a swim. And then I remembered I had pneumonia. I can't be swimming in the cold air with fluid in my lungs. Damnit.
But in two weeks, well, we'll see then too. Maybe. It's a plan anyway.