I'm wearing exhaustion on my sleeves/face today. I feel a tinge of how insomniacs undergo each day. I feel a tinge of how new mothers go through once giving birth. I can literally feel the weight of an elephant on each of my eyes. I can only pray I look as good as Edward Norton in Fight Club. I can't decide on whether it's a good thing to be at the brink of exhaustion or a bad thing. I have no right to cry or dwell because I chose this. I chose this. I chose this.