some kid from high school: you know how if you don’t sleep you get, like, high from it?
me at the time: *stayed up til 1:30 or 2 almost every night, listening to music and writing and talking to my friends* *thinking* it feels nice
me now, after getting two hours of sleep one night: hmmm. two hours. wonder if i scared my friend by texting them at 4 AM? sleep is.... important apparently. can’t remember what i’ve been thinking. did i say that? everything is VERY CLOSE TO ME and LOUD. oops, my voice just rose like an octave when i thanked that person. yikes. hmmm, i wonder if i’ll remember how to get home? hope i don’t go low and have a seizure. huh. can’t shake this vague feeling of ominousness and paranoia and anxiety, don’t remember why though. apparently my keyboard shortcut to give people my number is the phrase “impending doom.” this is fun
