Its 6 o'clock in the morning; I'm usually sleep by now; but lately I've been fidgety & just not on speaking terms with sleep.When I do decide to fall deep into what is suppose to be lala land, I'm jolted into the pits of hell where I'm watching my life crumble on a big screen. I think I'm psychic. I try to stay positive.& not sleeping for days on end, isn't doing the trick.I'm drained.My head hurts.My body aches;I know where it all began but when the fuck will it end!?My eyes are heavy but my feet are restless;I'm hot then cold; wtf. There is no median.I'm just out here; trapped on a busy highway patiently waiting for someone or something to come spew me off the road.