in conversation with myself - by rayne fisher-quann

CW: detailed discussions of mental illness and brief mention of suicide. i can’t sleep, most nights. particularly recently. my boyfriend is an early riser with a physical labour job who prefers to be in bed before midnight — fuck him!!!!— which means that until around 4 or 5 am nearly every day, i live in my head, grounded only by the spring rain pittering outside my window and the rhythmic soundtrack of his sleeping breaths. it’s then when i’m forced to be alone with myself; it’s then when we have our little chats.