Mind wide open: come on in.

I despise nights like these. Nights in which I am kept awake by my worries. Nights when the only relief is companionship, but nobody is awake. They are are peacefully nestled in the arms of nurturing slumber, who, I know not why, finds me undeserving of love. Nurturing slumber is a tremendous bitch. She keeps from me what I need, and refuses to compromise. Fuck her.