I slept through the whole night last night, like, really slept, and my kid didn't wake up once... …

I closed my eyes and the quiet was like a lead blanket, heavy and soft, and all I could think was how much I hated that it felt... …

Any little congestion, any tiny sigh, I'd immediately diagnose it in my head as some obscure respiratory failure, like infantile pulmonary interstitial emphysema or something equally dire I’d looked… …

i should be resting, studying for this bio final, but all i feel is this massive guilt… like i’m doing something wrong by just existing in this peace, you know? …