I feel like I haven't been able to sleep properly in over a week. I'm so tired. But I can't fall asleep. I wake before my alarm does. Naps are not a possibility. Today: Everything is slightly dream-like, and I cannot write words on a page necessary to pass classes. I feel no purpose. Drive. Energy. Reason for doing anything, except staring at the walls or scenes flashing by on a television show. I'm not depressed. But I'm not full of golden beams of inspirational peace. I feel lost. I need to get out of my room, but no where sounds interesting enough to go. Piles of drab snow build cobwebs around my soul. I don't care about anything. Except falling sleep.