the midnight walk 2

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Few minutes later (10 or maybe 15), Greta decided to buy some beer and a couple of potato chips.
"Or maybe some pizza", she whispered.
She decided that the night would be beautiful with beers and a chick flick to tire her and that she could sleep without having her sleeping pills. She decided now that her insomnia has grown: the more she take the pills, the more the sleep stays away. She feels colder every night and her mind, floating into the abyss falling into a tabularaza. Though her friends(she probably has few) recommended her to some of the psychiatrists in the city to find out what is keeping her from sleeping and help her get over it, she still feel that she can handle it, that she is still in control of her body even though because of her insomnia, her eating pattern has also been affected.