I lay in bed, the darkness of the room pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My body was tangled in the sheets, but my mind was wide awake, spinning in a chaotic whirlpool of frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? My life has been a disaster lately. Everything feels like a misstep, like a curse hanging over me. It's 3 a.m., the quiet of the night only making everything feel worse. I roll over, glancing at the digital clock glowing faintly on my nightstand: 3:14. The ticking of time echoes in my ears, each passing minute mocking me. Why can't I just sleep? I ask myself.