One of those nights.

One of those nights (mornings?) where you lie in bed, you toss, you turn, you fluff your pillow and twist yourself until it hurts the blanket is exactly right. You read your favorite Katy story over and over again, and you stare at the damp patches of brown on your ceiling. Your eyelids won't close, your brain will not shut down and then your mind starts thinking... And then your heart starts breaking from imaginary wounds- I think they call this the placebo effect. I am delusional, paranoid, afraid and everything in the spectrum in between. I want to be happy, carefree and equally delusional but in the opposite direction. I hate you so much I'm exhausted from the effort. No prizes for the one who guesses that 'you' is actually, 'me'.