I felt tired, but I did not sleep. I stayed awake watching the ceiling, but without much thought ... I felt, yeah, I was thinking, and I made noise in my head and all around.
At 2 still did not sleep: I was tired of waiting for sleep that would not stop me from considering accorgemene, revive, and restore ridecidere distances and balances ... and I I felt boring and repetitive to the urge to come and go over things, like a broken record when the discs are not already listening to them any more, and only because there were only two hands, and both were mine.
I felt elated and sad for the future unknown, the lack of a faith that would make me believe that tomorrow can be different from today, and may even be better.
I was hysterical, good, very good, the most delicious I've ever known, stupid, stupid and infinitely good, and they were 3 and still could not sleep.
And I was naive and mischievous, and yet sad. I felt that maybe I had lost track of time in the last 5 years, and I had to find myself lost at the point where I was before I lose myself.
I felt while I was wondering "where have you been?", And I was listing places, people, events ... but I did not feel that I was convinced enough.
success will be at 4, that while I was criticized for the adverse circumstances, it's sleep, and little by little I have not heard anything.