3:40 EHHHH. EMMMM.
I should be asleep, right?
It's weird how things start changing in your brain. What happens up there, anyway? Do I just accept it?
Should I fight myself or should I be fighting time? Maybe I should just be fighting to be okay. I'm not really sure what okay means anymore. I started contemplating this seven months ago. It was seven months ago that things started to change.
Perhaps, there's nothing to fight. And instead, maybe I need to do the opposite of fighting...resting. It is time to rest. But, my brain is really confused about what rest actually is, so it doesn't know how to fight for it anymore. And my body has been suffering from rest for a while now, so as a result it's taken to fighting against rest. But my heart, it still remembers and desires rest. Desperately desires rest.
Rest has become something that all of me must fight for. So fight, I shall.
