Is it strange for me to still be afraid of the dark as an adult? Not exactly of the darkness itself, or even what is or isn't there outside of the cracked open door for the cats, but maybe I'm afraid of my own late night thoughts as I fail to get myself to rest. I know how bad it can get, especially this late as it stands now, yet somehow I'm still up, rambling to myself over menial things that don't matter. I can barely sleep without a nightlight still, though part of that is when I do have to get up early for a morning shift.

I'm not even sure what I'm talking about right now, maybe I should try and rest again to see if it works this time.