It was then
that I realized the most miserable time to be awake is late at
night. Some say mornings are the worst, but I beg to differ
— it is at night that you feel the sinking despair of
fleeting time and utter loneliness. There is you, and somewhere
there is a world, but you feel a profound disconnect, as if you
have been stranded on a desert island. It is a dreadful feeling
of hopelessness, and in those few hours, it seems as if you have
been eternally stripped of your happiness. And then, oddly, you
wake up the next morning to life begun again.
