Brain Dead

I am exhausted. Which is weird, coz I slept for 14 hours yesterday. But then again, I only slept for 45 minutes the day before, so I guess it's to be expected.

I don't know why my sleeping patterns are so weird. Or maybe I do. See, a person's life isn't always what it looks like on the surface. There are loads of things going on.. and sometimes, it isn't the things that happen TO you that keep you up at night, rather the things happening around you, to the people around you.

In my case, it's a lot of the latter, and a little of thr former. But I don't know which is affecting me more. What I do know, though, is my sanity is being bombarded from all sides, and I don't know how much more I can take before more than my sleeping patterns get screwed up.

I know I could be overreacting to one or two things, but it's kind of hard NOT to when so many other things are happening at the same time. I wish I could be 100 % open about what they are, but privacy doesn't permit me to, so I shall have to be satisfied with this.

It's funny... there is something going on now that I could normally handle. I should normally be able to. I'm guessing that it's affecting me more than it should because of all the other shit going on.

Or at least that's what I'm trying to convince myself of. Because the alternative is something I would much rather not consider. That it's affecting me because I "care" too much. Not a pretty thought, that one. At least, not under THESE circumstances.

I'm sorry for being so cryptic, but you must understand that I have no choice. I have no other outlet. Writing in my diary hasn't helped, so I guess trying this is one of my limited options I guess.

Sorry again.