It's a statistic until it happens to you

Content warning: death God willing I get 8 hours of sleep each night. That's about a third of my life lying horizontal, unaware of anything except whatever bullshit my brain comes up with while asleep. I try not to think about it too much, because if I do, I get nervous, and the nerves make it hard to fall asleep. That's a lot of time, a lot of life. If I'm being honest it's a lot more like 6 hours these days. But I can't not sleep. Sometimes I think how awesome it'd be if I had an extra 24 hours each day—enough time to do all the things I love, while still having the time to do the things I need to do, that I'm liable to do. To take care of the people I love and myself. I can't do much of anything if I can't keep myself awake long enough to do it. If you're 25 you hang out with your friends around once a month, that's about 750 times you'll get to hang out with them ever. Or at least, it's anybody's game for what'll come next. You're probably not going to hang out with your friends…