That's how it feels at times. Intense. Intense uneasiness. Intense tiredness. Awkwardness. Laziness. Listlessness. Even work. So many babies. Intense baby fever. If I see a cute little bundle I fall to pieces. I know it's the wrong time to have another child. We are not married. I have no insurance. I'm in no hurry. But it's just that overwhelming sense of. Intense.
I can't wake up early enough but I don't sleep enough. I don't get enough done but there's nothing to do. Confusing in every breath.
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