one hundred fifty eight

Been up for almost forty eight hours.

Can’t sleep.

Miserable.

But sleeplessness can be worse, and the birds’re already out, and they’ll sing till i’m up and about. I might just give up on finding sleep and watch the World Cup. I want to see the Netherlands play.

It’s been a while since i’ve had this kind of insomnia, where i can’t even close my eyes, but i blame this house, the parents’ place, because i think that was the last time i had it. Here. I hallucinated and was delusional and life was dangerous.

I might walk around.