I hate that so often I will get everything right and actually get myself into bed at the right time, and I’ll be pretty tired, but my brain is like:
“Oh yeah? You want a good night of sleep to wake up refreshed and to take on a big day of responsibility and getting shit done tomorrow?
How about instead I fuck you over by having you loop over and over on stupid shit from throughout the that doesn’t really matter and just causes you anxiety? Would you like to spend the next 3 hours thinking about that?
Go ahead and try to do meditative exercises, or counting sheep, doesn’t matter, you won’t go to sleep because I decided tonight is one of those nights that I am just going to totally fuck up your day tomorrow for no reason other than that I can. Worse part is, there is no one to blame but yourself because I am you!”
Sometimes it be like that.