those nights.
where you just want to curl in your bed with witty and a glass of milk and cookies and cry. and you have no idea why. no incident in your life caused this feeling, just knowing that tomorrow you have to face another day. get out of bed. get dressed, make an effort. when you really just want to curl up in your bed all day. you feel cold all the time. you don't want to talk to anyone, the only person you talk to is yourself, the voice that tells you that you're not good enough. when you stay on witty and six billion secrets all night, relating to everything. when you really think about how scary this all is.  growing up. if you told me i would turn out how i am today 5 years ago, i wouldn't believe it. what i've done to myself, and who i've lost. i hate it. i hate those nights.