Just won’t stop

My god I’m tired.
Last night Jack was over, and our conversation took us to my illness. I loved talking about it, especially with one of my closest friends, but it was exhausting nevertheless as it always is whenever I relive it. Furthermore, relevant to much of our discussion was the breakup and how things have been for me. I’m still so drained from it, sometimes barely scraping through normality. She left me so drained, and it’s hard replacing the void that she left in me. Events that have transpired between me and another rather passive circle of my friends have done nothing to help me, and as a result I have cut myself off from them. They take far too much effort to deal with because of their lack of maturity, and right now I need time to myself to heal. They can wait.

Not so long ago, decent sleep was a far-off goal, but I must say that it’s a treasured thing at the moment; truly the rest I get during sleep now makes quite a difference. If I find I’m inclined to do it, I may try and sleep for a while in the afternoons after work.