I haven’t gotten any sleep since July 4th. Evey day since then, my mind hasn’t been able to cope with anything. I feel as though a part of myself has died, and maybe I’m in mourning.  I can’t seem to really smile, or to really laugh. Everything is fake now. Everything I thought was true, is nothing to me anymore. And the hardest part about each day, is not being able to lay my head down and hope for a better tomorrow. It’s almost as if my body is telling me I don’t deserve to sleep, therefore, I won’t.