“Oh, how I wish I could sleep for a year or a hundred and when I wake up I’ll be fine again. But for now, I’m too tired to even fall asleep in the first place so I’ll just sit here trying not to think because thinking feels like dying and I don’t want to die; I just wish I could stop existing, for a year or a hundred. And when I come back I’ll be fine again. But I’m too tired.”






















