I haven’t slept much since I started this.

 

Every time I run my hands under water they burn and sting from having chewed away all my nails and the surrounding skin.

 

My hair has been failing out slowly since I started this.

 

I have a scarred liver and burnt lungs and every night I attack them forcefully trying to decide what that next line should be.

 

My memory leaks and sometimes disappears since I started this. 

 

I am left with a burning head, an empty wallet, and no recollection of the stories I have written. I have no desire to go to work.

 

My perception has changed since I started this.

 

I know the things that people are missing and all the things that they have.  Anymore I’m not certain that is safe baggage to carry around.

 

Like I said, I haven’t slept much since I started this.

 

My nights used to be spent alone.  Now the Grim Reaper curls up beside me when the sun goes down and breathes his fowl hot breath down my neck.

 

I have been afraid to awaken my own death since I started this.