Don’t feel rested

See those bags under my eyes? Yeah.

I woke up at 10:30, which is about four hours past when I usually wake up.

It’s a good thing I guess since I was awake until two or three, but I still don’t feel rested.

I had crazy dreams all night long.

Dreams about my family, dreams about being in the hospital, just dreams. They didn’t stop.

I’m exhausted.

My bedroom is a toasty 75° now (24°C), and it’s hard to sleep when it’s that warm.

I should just go get a cup of coffee and see if that makes it better. It just doesn’t sound good.

Nothing does.

I hate depression. It’s so hard to do anything.