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It’s 4:00 a.m., and here I am, dead tired but somehow still wide awake. I can feel the exhaustion sinking into my bones, but my mind's buzzing away, running laps around random thoughts as if it's an over-caffeinated insomniac on a mission. This is one of those nights, and it’s times like this that make me hate insomnia. I mean, I've tried all the tricks people swear by, from hot drinks to mind games where I count down from 100 (as if that ever works). And yet, here I am, the clock ticking away as if to remind me that every second awake now means an even harder morning later. Fun, right? The worst part of insomnia is this endless, surreal stretch where the night feels like it might never end. Everything’s quiet too quiet, even, but there’s a heaviness to it. It's like the whole world is asleep, the clock is judging me, and my brain is out here drafting a mental essay on whatever nonsense it’s decided matters at this hour. I know I’ll eventually fall asleep, probably just in time to