I sleep a lot. I sleep more than I think most human beings do. It has become natural for me to want to sleep. I wouldn't think that I could be so tired, but there it is: sleep overcomes me. In sleep, I don't have to worry about those looming tasks ahead of me. I can shirk those responsibilities for a while longer.

I have come to hate it, but feel powerless to the call of the escape that sleep endows. I know that I should be doing something about improving my life,  but I just can't bear it right now.

Sleep is not the answer. Sleep is just the momentary reality.