it's the bitter taste of losing everything i held so dear

Posted on Posted in journal, pre-crash

Dear Circadian Rhythms:

I'm up. No help from you. I realise this is prime sleeping time and believe me, I grieve to miss it. But it's also prime (and sometimes sole) writing time. Please get used to it and stop making me want to sleep in. Faster. I've got work to do.

Nolove
Me.