With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.
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I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.
I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much.