Manufactured insomnia

It's 4am and I'm writing body copy for Coz class tomorrow. I don't know when I'll get to sleep. Or if I'll be able to, due to unnatural amounts of caffeine seering through my veins. I feel like a failure on a daily basis. I'm told that's not a bad thing. But at this point, I'm going to have to disagree. How do you let your soul out when it's weighed down by layers of self doubt and insecurities? Where is the path to heaven? My compass is broken and I think I've sprained my ankle.