I've resolved to only sit down once a day for this now. It's almost like writing in a journal, except I would never bother otherwise. However I think my mother still assumes there's something wrong with me, so I'm trying not to be so transparent about my nerves. I'm not sure anything has ever stressed me out this badly. However since I can't talk to anyone about it, I guess this will have to do, even if nobody is to ever see them.

I did manage to get a few hours of sleep last night, but not much. I think I'that's what's really getting me. It's like I just can't turn off my thoughts when I'm trying to sleep. Even if I do manage to pass out from exhaustion, I have these terrible dreams that leave me breathless and restless.

I shouldn't really complain, it's only been two days. If this had been an obvious or easy fix, the ministry would have taken care of it with the need for volunteers. I just can't explain my unshakable bad feeling about it, it's almost laughable.