Logan struggled to get up. What was supposed to excite him anyway when he was just able to get some shut eye barely an hour ago. His insomnia kept on getting worse and he didn't know exactly what was causing it.
His doctor had recommended that he ran from stress at all costs. And his pills were no longer working.
"Should I just go back to complain?" He sat down on the bed and sighed. His doctor had specified all the effects from not getting enough sleep. Now, he feared his antidepressant doses might no longer be effective enough again. And there was no way he could tell his mother. She would only just worry.
"You're a man, Logan. Face this s**t and get up," he said again, surprised at how even his voice lacked all energy and enthusiasm.
But he had work to do. Trying to cheer up, he cou
