The only sound I hear is the low buzz of electricity but it’s so loud in my empty apartment that I can’t get back to sleep. I haven’t slept in my bed comfortably since W. and I broke up so now any sleep at all finds me on the couch. I’m moving on but there are just some things I can’t handle still. The touch of those sheets feels so cold and uncomfortable to me. I actually sat on the bed a few minutes ago in an attempt to reclaim it but I felt…repulsed.
Gonna go lay back down and stare at the wall now.