Sleep.

You know, people ask me all the time. "Why don't you sleep? Shouldn't you see a doctor about it? Have you seen a doctor? " And as much as i say, oh it's insomia, or I just don't bother to, my mind is to active. Sometimes I just want to yell in there face. "Sleep, if for the gulitless!" And as much i regret nothing I did, as it all seems for the better, you can't ignore that nagging though in the back of your head that what you did was wrong. You can do it for a while, and for a pretty long time, but it's aways going to find way to bleed it way in. I only hold on to it as a reminder that I am sane.