
“With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.”
aye, as a fellow insomniac, i hear you, Narrator
ifyouwakeupinadifferentplaceatadifferenttime,couldyouwakeupasadifferentperson?
“With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.”
this is basically what i look like all week.
aye, as a fellow insomniac, i hear you, Narrator