I’m just tired of thinking.
I’m not super smart, I’m not an intellectual, but I just think so much in such a strange way. My brother and I, we just don’t think the way other people do. We both have trouble getting to sleep because we lay in bed thinking about awful things, about everything we try to ignore during the day.
I just want to sleep. I don’t want to have to go to bed two hours in advance to give me time to relax so I don’t have a panic attack.
I never say this because I feel like I’m lucky to see the world in a different way, but right now, I really wish I were normal.