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Imagine if you were able to open up a menu on ur body and choose when and how long u wanted to sleep and like what kind of dreams and stuff. Thatd be sick. Mostly the when to go to sleep... ive been awake too long

I'm so tireddd.

But I can't sleep. I just wanna sleep. Having a sleeping disorder sucks. And now it's already to late to take my meds because if I do now I'll be exhausted all day long tomorrow...

I just wanna sleeeeeep. Please?

I think I need to cuddle with someone and hear them breathing to fall asleep now...

#120 The eyebags speak for themselves #eyebags #insomnia #itrytopostregularlyagain #ipromise #doodle #sketch #sketchbook #drawing #dailydrawing #pencil

Slept last night from maybe 10:45pm to 1am. Couldn't sleep again after that. Was horrendously exhausted during the morning. Passed out (unexpectedly again) around 11am? Partner woke me up about 5pm because he was exhausted too from picking up my slack during my mini coma. Did evening routine then simply rested consciously the whole evening. Talked to some friends in discord. Then did night routine.

Got set up on a new game I'm playing tomorrow with friends, so that's exciting. (Got my bestie to download it too so she'll meet my discord pals in chat for the first time)

It's 1am and I'm unable to get settled to sleep again. This is exhausting.

does anyone know how to fix insomnia? it’s 3:58 am and i still can’t sleep 😭

I have constant bouts on insomnia... my mind wont shut off most nights..

me trying to do math at ungodly hours of the morning and for some reason thinking about the sound your shoes make when they’re covered in mud: hehehe ✨ shlomp ✨

probably my most attractive quality is that if i’ve lost enough sleep and have the right music on i could fistfight god and win

I miss you more than my tired eyes miss sleep.

based on a true story

I love to sleep, but I actually hate it... you know?

I'm always sleepy when I shouldn't, and I'm wide awake when I'm in my bed. I don't have to deal with problems when I'm sleeping, but if I sleep too much, I'll have more problems. And I always wake up TIRED. Like, b**ch I've been tired the WHOLE DAY and I SLEEP AND... WOKE UP TIRED... AGAIN...? give me a break...

Bottom picture is a Riza Hawkeye baby picture.Toy guns or not? She would never hurt anyone and follows all gun safety rules. 

So the hyperfocus activated..

I've been playing Minecraft for over 4 hours now..

I made a cool villager trading hall and I have a monopoly on fish, sticks and wheat!

But y'know what I also have?

An 8am class. I need to be up in just over 4 hours. It's 1:45am. The hyperfocus has betrayed me.

red / insomnia / I'm up, I'm up! (I haven’t slept in days, but who’s counting?)

His eyes felt gritty but there was no relief to be gained from rubbing them. Bloodshot eyes, the sclera crisscrossed with angry red lines that could attest to his recent insomnia.

Anyone who knew him would doubt he had any difficulty sleeping. Wasn't he always in the living room, limbs strewn carelessly across the couch, and an arm draped over his eyes whenever he couldn't find one of Faye's magazines lying around to use as a makeshift eye mask? Wasn't he constantly dozing off while Jet tried to discuss upcoming bounties - or berate him in a fatherly fashion for ones he'd botched through use of excessive force? Weren't most of his hours of life spent lost in slumber and caught up in dreams?

Sometimes he wondered if the exhaustion itself was what made living feel so unreal. The moments of clarity, of being wide-awake and fully engulfed in the present moment, those were few and far between. Their job as bounty hunters wasn't dependable as a schedule. Sometimes they went days or weeks (stomach growling weeks) without work to do. Most of the small fries were boring as targets too. He hated the tedious bounties. It was only the life-or-death escapades involved with a handful of their cases that proved truly exhilarating. Nothing made you feel as alive as the chance of death. The higher the odds against survival, the happier he was.

It's not like he wanted to die or anything. Life, though monotonous and dull, had enough to entice him to linger on this plane of existence for as long as he could.

But some days just felt so... vague. He felt so vague. Out of touch and insubstantial. A drifter with no goal, half the time not even on any particular path to follow.

He knew he wasn't the only one on the ship to feel this way. Ed kept the most bizarre hours of any of them, yet she still succumbed to sleep whenever the fatigue grew too great. This was a good thing, even if not the healthiest way to approach getting enough rest. But she took her cues from the dog fairly often as well - you had to pay attention to where you put your feet on the Bebop because of the likelihood of Ed or Ein being sprawled, snoring, in the worst spots. They slept wherever they were when they got tired enough to commit to shutting their eyes. Or else she'd simply collapse on her computer other times when she got senselessly lost in surfing the web for spans of time that invariably made Jet linger nearby with concern.

Jet's face was marked by more wrinkles than it should have at his age. The furrowed brow and the mouth drawn down were both signs of his lack of sleep. It showed in his features and in the sharpness of his tone. When he was well rested, his patience for the others was much more pronounced.

And Spike had seen Faye without makeup on. She didn't typically wear the stuff in the first place, though he knew she had a private store of creams and blushes and eye stains for whenever she deigned to go all out on her appearance to lure in a bounty or just for her own personal enjoyment. The ponies certainly didn't give a shit if she showed up dressed to the nines or not, but that didn't stop her from getting all dolled up just to gamble sometimes.

He wondered if the thrill of win-or-lose was some pale shadow of his own near-suicidal pursuit of feeling things. The gambler's high could take you to heady heights if you were doing good... or cast you down into the miserable depths of despair if you lost it all. Perhaps she too needed the stakes for life to have some spice, something to savor.

There were days (or nights, or whatever) when the bags under her eyes rivaled her hair color. When her skin looked ashen and the spark was absent from her eyes.

He'd heard her up long after the others had traipsed off to sleep (or some imitation of such)... the low audio of her betamax tape making the words indiscernible through the closed door and walls of her sleeping space. Did she play it as a distraction from her thoughts? A way to lull herself to sleep? Or was it darker... like picking at a scab that you knew would bleed. Far as he knew, her memories were still locked up in her own mind somewhere and this attempt to awaken them with a piece of her past was just a form of slow torture.

"Hey! Are you listening?!" Jet's voice, cranky, boomed in his ears.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Spike snapped back, begrudgingly moving to sit upright on the couch to glare balefully at his partner. He hadn't slept in days, but whose counting?

"Hmph," Jet seemed mollified by Spike's willingness to participate in the conversation. "As I was saying, this guy is bad news. I don't think he's worth the woolongs but Faye's already out scouting around... hey! Where are you going?"

The words 'bad news' had triggered something in his mind. If this was a target that Jet deemed too dangerous... well, then it was right up Spike's alley. And if Faye was already putting her butt on the line - like a damn fool, rushing in without any idea of the potential consequences - then he was already running late on keeping her from getting herself into trouble.

"Just send me what you know and her ship's coordinates too while you're at it." Spike said as he ambled to the door. The bone-deep exhaustion was receding from his awareness as nervous energy thrummed through him in its place. "We've been out of food for days and it's a week still from the next Feeding Ganymede food drop... Faye's right to go after this guy, whatever the risk. We need to eat, Jet." He glanced briefly at the puddle of corgi and teenage hacker that were dozing by the stairs leading to the galley hallway.

Jet's gaze followed his and he gave a weary sigh. "Just don't get yourselves killed."

Spike tossed him a lazy wave over his shoulder as he exited the room.

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