2:15 AM.

I wonder if you can die from sleep deprivation.

The truth is, I can’t stand laying here, knowing I’m awake. Knowing I’ll just be staring at the ceiling until eventually morning comes around and I get to get up again and pretend like I can still function.

All of my thoughts turn in tight circles, always coming back to the same thing: the fact that I’m not sleeping and every ounce of flesh in my body wishes I was.

How is it that I can’t remember things?

I don’t remember things that a person should be able to remember.

2:27 AM.

I wonder if you can die from sleep deprivation.

How is it possible to be trapped in a constant state of consciousness? Maybe that’s how people stay sane – those six sweet hours a night when nothing else matters because nothing else exists.

But how can I manage to stay sane if I can’t even keep my eyes closed for longer than five minutes?

Yesterday I forgot how to spell my name. Jesus.

2:42 AM.

I wonder if you can die from sleep deprivation.