when sleep becomes the haven on which you cant wait to open the gates and jump in life is not going your way

im a pathetic hoe who has nothing real my god and i thought everything was going so fucking well. i need it i need something real. I HATE I CANT BELIEVE ITS NOT BUTTER. these 800 rants hopefully shall be gone when sleep comes and the realness becomes my dreams and peace shall come at last lasting on average eight hours