Of Countless Sheep and Sleepless Nights

I cannot remember the last time that I had a good night's sleep.

Probably that one time when I was absolutely dead tired, I was practically knocked out on my bed the minute I got home. And that was so long ago.

I have had this "jet lag" syndrome ever since the semester started. Wait, no. Ever since sem break started and I haven't gotten rid of it even until now. It's driving me insane already. It's extreme insomnia bordering on nocturnality and it's not even funny anymore.

I've got a lot of theories why I couldn't sleep. One if which is because I've been thinking a lot. And I mean, a lot. One thought just keeps on drifting to another and they just keep my mind occupied until I'm finally able to sleep. I guess this is also why I'm blogging a lot lately. The thoughts just won't stop coming. And it doesn't really help that I'm feeling a bit anti-social lately. My introversy is making itself known. I know I'm not talkative on normal days but I'm even less talkative lately.

And remember how I said that my attention span is like that of a goldfish's? Well, I take that back. It's even less than that now. It doesn't take much to distract me lately. One second I'm doing something and the next thing I know, an hour has passed and I've just been staring at nothing the whole time. Yeah, it's gotten that worse.

I think I really need to see a therapist. Sigh.