lately ive been staying in bed for 12-13 hours at a time. 9-10 hours of sleep with usually an hour phone break at 3 or 5(am) to research some bullshit,
but the act, the feeling of being swallowed whole in an array of blankets and sheets and layers upon layers of depressive thought is the only promise of comfort now. sinking deep down into the depths of unconsciousness. blackness. infinite darkness between me and this nonsense reality.
I'm half undressed writing this and it's preventing me from being in bed, and this entry is terrible so I'm going to fire this off into the digital ether and wade into my fortress of
"OH MY FUCK. just end the post already you piece of shit," a neighbour can be heard yelling.