You know those nights where you're so exhausted from being stretched too thin since you first woke up two and a half weeks ago, but you just can't let yourself drift off to sleep because you know the rest won't be satisfying and you for some ungodly reason miss all too much when the nights dragged on forever as you tried desperately to maneuver your way out of a ballast sealed cocoon woven from the fibers of every highly exaggerated and raw emotion your developing, angry, anxious, confused, isolated teenage mind slashed out for you to obsess over daily? Perhaps you're not quite sure if your brain is ever capable of feeling such an overpowering way again now that you're developed and stable and maybe tame. I have no idea what I'm talking about. I just really don't feel like sleeping or being productive, and my other brain is being forced to work too much these days and leaves me with just myself to ponder during nights like this. It's not interesting.