I don't quite remember the exact moment where I developed this fear but it's been there for a while.
Maybe it was before the Greece? Or after? Maybe I've had it all my life but I haven't been able to remember?
I don't really know.
Then again there's isn't much I do know these days.
It's not really a fear of sleeping or not waking up.
It's more of the fear of people going on with their lives while I sleep.
I guess I don't want to get left behind...
But this fear makes me sleep during the day, when everyone is up, living their lives.
I hardly sleep for more than three hours at a time.
And when I do I go into full panic attacks.
Maybe I should speak to someone about this.
I really don't want to.
I think I'll just keep doing what I do now.
And that's staying up all night watching films in Black and White.
They make me feel better.
Like if I have a few years to sleep off before the people on screen catch up.
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