Bother I'm wide awake

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Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59

I hate insomnia.

I should have taken some Nytol - but it's too late now, I'll only end up fuzzy headed and unable to get up for work.

My body is tired; I can hardly keep my eyes open; but my mind is active. Too active.

It runs through replays of the day, the week, the month, the year.
My whole life is lived out again - but not the good bits - only the things that have hurt, that have gone wrong, that I've done wrong. It all comes back to haunt me. Memories like ghosts creeping along the corridors, creaking doors opening to reveal skeletons you thought you'd hidden away.

Then comes the depression that hits in the cold early hours, when no one is around. And the fear that things are not going to get better but worse.

And after a few tears will come some sleep from which I will be woken, far too soon, by the beep of my alarm clock and the cheerful witterings of the breakfast DJ.