I am so burned out, beat down, disappointed in and tortured by life that I am eternally exhausted.
When I wake up in the darkest hours of night horrified by what my life has become, I do not lie wide awake anymore.
That is now impossible.
I lie there in a kind of comatose state that approximates sleep.
Or a coma.
This, I believe, is the definition of progress.
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