Insomnia
Between these crack ass dreams and all the noise in the house I am barely sleeping these days. I don’t know which was worse, the heartache being at home or the insomnia sleeping at Mom’s house.
I keep wishing this could fast forward ahead like 4 months and be better and over all this but at the same time my Grandfather’s words keep ringing in my head… “Don’t wish your life away, someday you’ll be wishing for it back.” I hope he’s proud of me, I really looked up to that man and aspire to be like him. I think if I could do that I’d feel successful.
But man, I feel like I could sleep for 2 weeks straight… if I didn’t keep having these damn dreams and waking up wondering where I am and why I’m alone.