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When I imagined “being a grown up”, I did not imagine so much sleeplessness. Curse Adulthood. When I imagined “being a grown up”, I did not imagine so much sleeplessness. In my youth (approximately 6 months ago), I was blessed with the ability to fall asleep without lifting a finger. I was quote on quote “sleeping like a baby.” It was fantastic. A skill that I took far too much for granted. To put it simply: when I was tired, I just slept. It was: Beautiful. Glorious. Heavenly. My eyelids would feel heavy, head dipped toward whatever surface available and I mean whatever you had in stock, and BAM screen fades to black. All in a matter of seconds. “The tiny person in my brain didn’t even get to process the warning message: this feeling you are experiencing is “fatigue” and initiate bedtime protocol. ” It's now 3: 55 AM Gone are my days of peaceful rest and uninhibited slumber. If only my brain would just shut up. No one is asking for your commentary on the television show called my life. A constant streaming playlist with the oddest mix of songs that are impossible to narrow into one genre. The audacity. The gumption. How dare you? Now there's just constant tossing and turning. The mini soccer game you play with your blankets to determine if the parts of your body that was exposed allow for optimal body temperature regulation. But for now, I will sign off. Adieu and farewell. See you tomorrow, my friend <3. Don't let the bed bugs bite. ∧＿∧ (｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　 / 　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) .· ´¸.·*´¨) ¸.·*¨) (¸.·´ (¸.·'* ☆" 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑖𝑎