Sleep.

I should be sleeping.

I want to be sleeping.

I guarantee you, I am not sleeping (or sleep blogging).

Here's the thing: my brain won't shut up.

It won't make cohesive statements either. Just a rambling of jumbled thoughts, indiscernible feelings, and a maddening desire to explain everything.

All of these things are mutually exclusive. And yet they all exist, simultaneously, in my skull.