I once spent nearly an entire year in this state. After returning from my soul-draining job each night I would refuse to actually concede to the fatigue that I felt. Hours would pass by, time itself filtered through late night TV, bad internet porn, old books not read in years—anything that would hold some small section of my brain active. Eventually I would lose the battle and retire to bed.

Upon waking, this feeling is replaced by staying in bed and dreaming because it's better than the alternative.

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