Insomnia isn't good for me. Somehow, lack of sleep reduces my self control such that my voice of rationality is weakened by the voice unspeakable. Its a vicious cycle, it was started out with simple insomnia, with it comes, the voices of memories, of occurrences, that perturb, that discomfort, that hurt, they all rise up to surface, in a deadly cyclone that threatens to engulf everything and all I could do is to lie down and attempt to ignore the gibbering inside, how can I possibly sleep with these voices inside my head, screaming and shouting? I just lie down and wait for them to stop.
I talk to myself because there's no one else to talk to