It’s nearly midnight and I’ve slept roughly 7 of the last 8 hours. I figure I’ve got another 4 or 5 in me, easily. Maybe, I’ll feel a little less crazy tomorrow when I have 12 hours of sleep under my belt. Or maybe not.
The fact that I’m willing to let my relationships here draw to a close saddens me. I wonder if others even notice that I am starting to isolate, even if the isolation is being willfully chosen instead of being a symptom of, say, depression.
[Fell asleep… again. It’s 4.30am. I’m sitting on roughly 12 hours of sleep and am still exhausted.]
I don’t know what to do any more. I could just relapse and immediately own up to it. Of course, with very little money and having still not received my driver license, I’d be taking a horrible chance. I suppose, I’ve made it one day closer to getting through this shit… or one day closer to self-destruction.