71 hours of constant insomnia, in the last 10 hours I was watching imaginary creatures crawling up and down my walls and across my ceiling, I knew I would fall asleep, but when? My whole body felt heavy to move, like moving potato sacks attached to all of my limbs. The smell of death filled my nostrils, and pain shot up through my nervous system like lightning. I hadn't had water in days, I couldn't remember what my last meal was. Why was I doing this to myself? Was I trying to die? I laughed hysterically; I cried miserably. I went insane. I had experienced all of this sober, and my mind just friggin' snapped. Eventually, sleep came for me, but only after I had exhausted every bit of energy I had left in my body. I was consider myself lucky to be laying in bed at the time I had to pass out.