Journal

4:52 AM

Almost grabbed the phone—
stopped myself.
I don’t want to know what time it is.

The room hasn’t changed. Same shadows. Same hum from the fan.

I tell myself to just lie still… stop fighting it… but my body won’t listen.

I get close—right there on the edge—and something pulls me back up again.

I’m tired enough to disappear.
Just not enough to stay there.