Can’t sleep, you know.?

I’m not thinking my thoughts, they do their own thing, you know.?

Do I really have to be there tomorrow.?

How much more leave of absence can my doctor prescribe.?

How many times is it okay to think about dying per day.?

Did I really say these awful things today and did they reply with more awfulness.?

Why did I hate my favorite person yesterday and why do I adore her today at Thanksgiving.?

Why do songs sound way more relatable than they used to.?

Will I finally fucking fall asleep writing this, or will you when reading this.?