Black eyed panda

I'm not having insomnia, but fearful.

Of what it may seemed to be of both supernatural and alien invasion.
I am starting to be having doubts in living life till i'm old and have had a weary journey, and till when my skin starts to rot, breasts start to sag, the elasticity (is that how you spell it?) of my skin starts to get loose. These thoughts are the cause of sleeping at dawn, and without force. It is done intentionally and i'm slowly going nocturnal and i have the tendency to hallucinate of things that drives me crazy. Even my mom thinks i'm getting worse each day.
I am solving matters by my own and they ain't trivial matters. Where are my friends when i needed them?