Recently i find i cannot sleep too early, nor wake too late. Sleep is neither productive nor restful, for it is broke nearly 4 to 5 times a night. While my body regains most of what it needs nightly, my mind is frayed and scratchy. I have grown accustom to waking with the feeling of what may seem a splitting maul in the back of my head. Throughout the day i make various attempts to force it into submission, but it is quite persistant. Also, growing persistant is my loathing for the spoken word. Not speaking it...but hearing it rather. The more i hear of it, the more i never want to never hear it again. There is an exception, however. When the babes speak, the freshness, excitement and newness is unmistakable in their voices. To me, they do not speak at all. For me it is pure song to hear them, even for what little time i can. Stories of their everything and nothing captivate me equally. When i walk around though, i find myself standing in odd places just to avoid hearing "conversation". My friends have noticed a
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If you have this much of a problem, then seek help. Get counseling. Quit hurting everyone around you just because you can.
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