I always thought night time was
the worst. Turns out, mornings
are the worst. It's in the morning
that you realize you're still here,
you've woken up, and you're still
breathing. You wake up, and
everything feels normal. Then you
are filled with grief. You're
grieving you and your lost
happiness. In the morning, you
realize you're exhausted. From
sleepless nights, tossing, turning,
and emotional toll. You're
exhausted from the problems you
face with people and the ones you
face by yourself. In the morning,
you're forced to drag yourself out
of bed and survive another day.
You realize you have to spend the
rest of the day making everyone
think you're okay, when you're
actually falling apart. So the night
time isn't the worst part at all.
That's when you can finally break
down, and not have to pretend
you're slowly destroying yourself.