It makes me draw odd chibi-like versions of myself in hopes of capturing sleep; inspired by a tweet. LOL
((Sleep, why must you try to fly away from me? I'm going to lasso you down here. Or shoot you. Yeah. With an arrow. I'm gunna get ya. c:
))
The note I left myself said something about how whatever art skill I had evaporates after 3am. And this is what happens at 4am. Something compelled me to write in cursive. Also, fuzzy slippers ftw.
[When you have Insomnia, you're never really asleep, and never really awake. Nothing's real. Everything's far away, everything's a copy.]
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