It's four o'clock in the fucking morning.

[lokheed]

It's four o'clock in the god damned morning. I have not slept. I do not have insomnia, I have an autistic son that I am inches away from throwing out the fucking window. My house is a shambles. I have systematically gone through and removed every light bulb from every light fixture to keep him from turning on the lights. I have shut down the power strip in the living room to keep him from turning on the tv. I have been trying to get him to go to bed for the past seven hours. I have bodily carried him into the bedroom and placed him in his bed more times than I can remember. My jaw aches from my grinding teeth. My stomach is in an ulcerous knot. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to throw him across the room. I want to fucking go to sleep.