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onebelowallrestsuneasyandpainful
Oct. 10th, 2025 10:43 pmdoors. i hate leaving doors open.
doors exist for one reason, and thats to close off a area from another. there should be no scenario in which a door is open for a extended period of time. there should be no incident in which a door is required to be open. because there is no such need for a thing. a door would beckme invaluable if that occurred, you might as well just rip it off its hinges whats it there for anyway.
the one below all can not sleep in a open environment. i need a closed space, i will take being compact and squashed over wiggle room and major breathabllity. it just feels funner when things are slighlty cluttered. when theres things purposefully trying to overstimulate you. being in a open environment is more closing than it is freeing. theres no comfort in it. waking up several times in the middle of the night has not been fun for the one below all. for three nights in a row? downright evil. i hope i can sleep easy tonight.
*—THE DESCRIPTION—*
waking up in the middle of the night feels like i have insomnia, im not really awake, but im not asleep either. everything is foggy, nothing is clear, i can barely form a thought coherently, as i can best describe it its like a memory from when you havent even breached consciousness yet. thats how it feels to wake up in the middle of the night to see my door open. sometimes its downright psychosis the way that i arise in the middle of the night, cloudy, thoughts dragging across rough concrete after a disgusting beatdown. flicker into REM sleep for twenty minutes, rinse and repeat until morning. a disgusting routine picked up by cosmic bullshitters weaving my sleeping blanket.
*—the afterthought—*
i miss sparking up fat bowls with Junior. it was the undoubtably highlight best time of my life, i would kill to return back to that moment. when everything was good.
doors exist for one reason, and thats to close off a area from another. there should be no scenario in which a door is open for a extended period of time. there should be no incident in which a door is required to be open. because there is no such need for a thing. a door would beckme invaluable if that occurred, you might as well just rip it off its hinges whats it there for anyway.
the one below all can not sleep in a open environment. i need a closed space, i will take being compact and squashed over wiggle room and major breathabllity. it just feels funner when things are slighlty cluttered. when theres things purposefully trying to overstimulate you. being in a open environment is more closing than it is freeing. theres no comfort in it. waking up several times in the middle of the night has not been fun for the one below all. for three nights in a row? downright evil. i hope i can sleep easy tonight.
*—THE DESCRIPTION—*
waking up in the middle of the night feels like i have insomnia, im not really awake, but im not asleep either. everything is foggy, nothing is clear, i can barely form a thought coherently, as i can best describe it its like a memory from when you havent even breached consciousness yet. thats how it feels to wake up in the middle of the night to see my door open. sometimes its downright psychosis the way that i arise in the middle of the night, cloudy, thoughts dragging across rough concrete after a disgusting beatdown. flicker into REM sleep for twenty minutes, rinse and repeat until morning. a disgusting routine picked up by cosmic bullshitters weaving my sleeping blanket.
*—the afterthought—*
i miss sparking up fat bowls with Junior. it was the undoubtably highlight best time of my life, i would kill to return back to that moment. when everything was good.
