I think I've slept about 6 hours in the last - however many days it has been since Wed or Thurs last week.
I hear things. Doors and cupboards closing. It's not in my house, and I can't tell with certainty if it is coming from the neighbour's place.
Leto has been trying to be helpful. I wish I could sleep easy like him.
I wish my brain would stop showing me the worst moments of my life, when I want and need to rest.
I am tired of constantly re-living the trauma. But I can't make it stop.
Everything is wrong.