6:02 am

Yet another sleepless night.
I wonder if I should worry about this insomnia, or the cause of it.
I go through so much day in and day out,
and the only stress reliever I obtain is a pen and notebook.
Although I literally can't sleep without writing my thoughts down;
it just doesn't help as much as I wish it could.
So many thoughts wander around in my mind all at once
that it's nearly impossible for me to get any rest.

Up in the middle of the night, grieving and isolated.
I wish there was something I could do to prevent this fate.

Written sometime in September.

I've changed a little since then.
Things are finally starting to look up.

I used to say:
"It's difficult to remain optimistic when your life is just one disappointment after another."

But now I have hope.