Why has my brain been screaming to sleep and yet here I am with you. It is Anxiety low key manifesting itself in habitual insomnia. I have work tomorrow. I don’t want to call off. But I feel sick. Legitimately ill.

It’s not my ankle, it’s my brain.

Yoongi would probably tell me to take it easy. Sleep in, hot bath if possible, eat well. Go out for fresh air if possible.

I’ve been talking possibles all week and yet everything I write I do not do. Indeed what is wrong with me?

What the fuck depression.

Somebody set me free