This week, for whatever reason I am unaware of, has been unwelcomingly tiresome. Massive bags have formed underneath my eyes, and even though I need sleep, the strangeness of me being able to keep myself awake - nocturnality, says I - is apparent. It is 12:30 AM now. I should have passed out several hours ago, yet am perfectly awake at this moment.
Yet, I know this. As soon as I lay my head upon the soft, welcoming pillow. I. Will. Be. Out.
Peace <3
Yet, I know this. As soon as I lay my head upon the soft, welcoming pillow. I. Will. Be. Out.
Peace <3
