oh, gravity

I've been waking up tired. Sleep is sleep, and for a while it heals and restores but I must be fighting battles in my sleep because every morning is a struggle to get out of bed. Do you feel it too? My bones all seem to be tightly wound together with strings of anxiety and doubt and worry, it seems as if I exert just a little too much energy to do anything I might snap and fall apart. Every hour past midnight flows, I wait for a bedtime story that never comes. I fall asleep on the floor, my limbs asleep and tingling from awkward positions, sprawled into slumber.

Yesterday, a friend told me I gravitate towards people with problems. It's not a good or bad thing, it just is the way it is. I wonder if I stopped doing that, if I'd be a happier person in general. Maybe.

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at the end of the day, what's there left to say?
if I only have just bits and pieces of you, I'd rather not have you at all.