This past week has been a living hell, and it's not going to get better just yet. Sometimes, I ask myself why I've done this to myself.
Any sort of sleep routine I once had has all but disintegrated. I now live on four hours of sleep a night. Apparently in my last scrape of consciousness tonight, I grabbed my pillow and blanket from my cluttered bed and passed out on the floor. My roommate had to repeatedly shake me awake so I could get up and finish my homework.
When I heard your voice, I wanted to cry.
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