Lost in the moment

She tried to sleep, this time she really did, the packet of over-the-counter sleeping pills that obviously weren't helping is still somewhere lying on her desk, but it didn't matter anymore, at this point it was obvious today was going to be another night filled with anything but sleep. The mess of brown hair was tied into a loose wannabe bun that was well on its way to coming undone, already escaped strains of hair sitting on both sides of Nyxs' face getting blown away in different directions thanks to the chill late night wind. She didn’t care though, her half-filled lungs that just weren’t large enough at that moment for the breath she desperately needed were enough of a distraction from caring.________________________________________________________________________________________________________________(This is basically just me getting my thoughts out and putting my issues and feelings on the characters I created with a story that even I don't know where it'll take me. Be prepared for gradually heavy angst followed by comfort and a whole lot of mental health issues.)