I need a lot of sleep. And I mean a lot.
I'm a pretty decent human being generally speaking, but if you don't let me get my sleep I will turn into a raging psychotic monster and I will destroy you until all that is left is ash.
But you know. Whatever.
I think I must have been a sloth or something in my past life. It's the only logical explanation for the fact that I can sleep for twelve hours straight and when I wake up all I will want to do is go back to sleep again.
Seriously it's a problem. I'm tired all the time.
My family's nickname for me is "la larve" which translates directly to "the larva". That pretty much explains it all I should think. It's not very pretty but at least it's correct.
This morning to go keep a friend company I woke up at seven, forced myself to get out of bed, walked around town with said friend all morning, got home at two o'clock, and then I went back to bed and slept for two and a half hours.
The worst part? This happens on a regular basis.
What the actual fuck.
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