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Again and unfortunately it was like that.
Hell.
The clear! Like a great and depressing moment he was there, just there, with his eyes open weakly staring at the ceiling in a customary way, unfortunately, as I could already say: there are things we cannot avoid.
Among these is the wonderful insomnia, the terrible and damned insomnia
Every night, without exception, he lay there thinking how terrible and repetitive it was, he knew the source of the problem but he couldn't help it, he couldn't, it wasn't easy.
Teru thought too much, his thoughts wandered between his biggest defeats and about today and tomorrow, it was normal, he thought, but with time his head started to weigh because a small thin line became something out of his control and he he no longer had the capacity to stop it or even cut it.
It was difficult, his head ached, his body couldn't relax, he seemed to be warning, and it bothered him, even his expression bothered him, he was more frowning and lately, thanks to this hell, his appearance and humor was not one of the best, hair before well looked after they were being treated anyway and his own requirement with his clothes had been thrown away, he was a mess a terrible mess.
Sleep had become a horrifying nightmare, the main concept was to forget the problems, but what could you do if the source of the problem was just that? I wouldn't know how to answer, in fact I never knew, tried at all costs to find answers to relax and do the insomnia is over, but none of them has given its due effect.
In the end websites were not that reliable.
The fact was that he was upset, as I said, he knew the source of these problems, he can't stop even if he tries, that was a routine, a filthy and sticky parasite that was in him, or rather, in his head.
He thought too much about the future and the present, his head constantly worked on its usefulness and what it could have done, how little gears they came together, and, again and again they remembered things that were unpleasant or words that were addressed to you, it was painful, disturbing .
"Selfish"
"In the end you will be alone"
"Tell me ... isn't this a phase of your puberty? I mean, we don't need to take you to a psychologist"
"Um, how strange, you are strange"
He sighed and changed his position again, he didn't like to remember it, he was stupid, he should be strong enough to forget about it and go on with his life, he is the one who should find what is good for you, just him.
Right?
"Enough with that shit" He thought and threw the pillow away "I just need to relax and soon I will fall asleep I know that"
Well, even so he stayed up for another hour before falling asleep and having a disturbing session of nightmares involving deaths and school
He knew it was going to happen again, but what could he do?