Late Night Confessional
Its almost 4am. I can tell that, by the end of the night, Ill be a shell of my former self. A droopy eyed, sluggish and irritable shell. Breaking night is a hard thing to do. You have to constantly keep yourself busy at every waking (heh) moment until the next night. By morning you are never yourself. You hate everything and loath everyone. You’ll want things to go smoother and to be more...