Life I don’t wanna miss you like this Shawshank, September 9, 2020 Worst. Sleep. Ever. I was so stuffed up. I couldn’t breathe, except through my mouth. I just want to take a pencil to my sinuses, and stab them until they drain. Add on to that by tossing and turning all night, because I couldn’t breathe. Then I was hot. Then I was cold. Then I… Continue Reading