Life is pain, highness. I have being the last but not least. I have being the first but not the begining.
Being a sleep. The trouble is,
I hate being alone, i hate to feel that pain everytime, so I fall a sleep.
A lot. When Im happy I sleep, When Im upset I sleep more. Sleep? Does it really really cure the pain? Kill the loneliness? Or.. It just hurt me more. Over and over again.
And knowing this, I feel very, very tired. It’s true, depression will make a person tired regardless, but I suspect my mind, knowing of the relief of sleep, urges its presence rather strongly.