There are moments when it becomes unbearable. When reality is just too much. When pain after renewed pain makes you realize that maybe you were never cut out to begin. Maybe you never did begin at all. The race was over before it started, and you were merely deluding yourself that you could place.
The moments are usually late at night. Concerningly, they come without consideration of how early you need to wake up the next day.
Looking out, you wonder how other people manage. Maybe they don't. Maybe everyone feels the unforgiving dread and encroachment in the moments between moments.
But probably they don't. Most people, anyway.
There's no way out of the moment. For now, it has to be borne. Sleep it away and hope the next day distracts you better than today did.
It's [[time to sleep->Sleep]].✧