3am again, checking my arms

Packing boxes instead of sleeping again.
Half the place is boxed up, half isn’t, and I keep stopping to check my arms under the lamp anyway.
Work’s been nonstop this week, freelancing does that.
Woke up at 3am scratching before I even noticed my hand was there.
Cats just sat in the hallway watching me pace like I was the weird one.
Journaling’s supposed to make the anxious part quieter. Tonight it’s just showing me how little I’m sleeping…