This life, and its turns.
25/03/2026 It's 3:55 am in the morning and I can't sleep. I like staying up, though it hasn't always been a choice to be honest. I love the quiet, the calm, the peace and absolute absence of interference. When I used to game, this was the best time to do it. When I stayed up late talking (in dinosaur ages), these hours struck up the best of best convos. When I needed to study, a lot, it was always the 4 am rush that pushed me. But now, it scares me. I realise that staying up late has done a lot of harm, to my body and especially to my mind. Quite literally, I'm unable to remember things. I forget even the slightest details of everyday happenings. It is just that I cannot sleep. I try. And I feel anxious. Such are the thoughts and visuals that flood my mind that I end up feeling even more anxious which again does not help the sleep at all. This cycle keeps repeating itself till I either give up and start doomscrolling or tire my mind out enough to fall asleep around 2 ho...