Dear Diary,

My head is a cocktail of fuck, a fucktail if you will. Insomnia, panic attacks, hot and cold coming over me constantly.

I got up 'early' at 12. I fell asleep about 7:30am due to the insomnia. I'm so tempted to get some sleeping pills - but I'm worried that I could get addicted to them.

Today I'm sitting at my desk, listening to the smiths. My desk is a mess. I haven't eaten much between last night and today. I'm really into sparkling water right now.

I better get back to my work.