I’m exhausted when I go to sleep around 1-2 in the morning, but I still wake up five hours later because my stupid brain would rather jumpstart another miserable day instead of giving me any relief from consciousness. Then I lie in my bed for hours until my alarm clock rings, listening to my parents arguing, unable to fall back asleep because of the tight feeling of anxiety in my chest. It’s now afternoon and the tightness still hasn’t gone away. I can’t focus on anything. I wish the stress would just kill me.