I got to sleep three hours
My brother woke me up AGAIN. I feel like I am going to lose it. I want to cry.
I have been having pretty severe neckpain. I can barely move any kind of way without activating pain some kind of way.
I was sleeping SO well, the best I have slept in weeks. But of course it does not matter, my brother, in all his selfishness needed to make sure to wake me up and tell me there is a fire in our street. Right this moment.
I would have understood the need for this, if it was ANYWHERE close to us, but it is at the end of the street. He woke no one up but me. He just wanted to talk about it.
I am already so fucking depressed, more so than usual because of the pain. Sleeping has always been my only escape from depression. And I haven't been able to sleep well for weeks now. I finally get to sleep well for a moment, and he ruins it.
It is hard for me to fall back asleep once woken up. With this pain, it is practically impossible. I just have to take more tramadol to barely lower the pain and hope I can fall asleep again. But seeing as there is just a few hours until everyone wakes up and starts being loud again, it is unlikely.
So I just have to go through my day in severe pain and no sleep.
I don't want to be here anymore. I am so tired of being back at my parents. I want to move out again, but I can't afford it.