Or it's not that I can't. I don't think I have insomnia, I'm tired as shit right now, but I'm scared to put my phone down. The only thing that even gets me through the day is filling my time up with as much distractions I can so I can forget how fucking miserable I am and how everything in my life is slowly going to shit. When I put my phone down I get left alone with my thoughts. I hate it. So instead I just sit on my phone as late as I can, to the point where I can pass out fast enough so that I have as little time with my thoughts as possible before going unconscious. Sometimes I end up staying up all night and passing out at like 7 or 8 in the morning, and at that point I only really end up getting like 2 hours of sleep, assuming it's not even a school night.  It's ok. Everything is ok. I deserve this. Or at least that's what my brain tells me every fucking minute of the day.