Sleep Depo Hell

Days alive: no clue.

Hours awake: lost count.

I still have barely slept. I think my total is less than six hours for this week. My hands won’t stop shaking and I’m so tired my chest aches like I’ve gotten into a bar fight and lost-badly.

I feel like the terrible ice cream cone that’s melting faster than anyone can eat it. Like I’m just dissolving into a pile of useless, colorful goo.

img_0568-1It me.

I’m trying to power through. I’m trying to keep going. But I also called my doctor for help because I absolutely can’t continue like this.

Pray for me, and pray that sleep is no longer an evasive bastard.

Edit: typos fixed. I think?