I don’t really know why, but every single night I stay awake and experience some of the lowest moods ever. For some weird reason, the outer darkness and loneliness at this time of day seems to heighten my inner negative feelings. I hate it… a lot to be honest.
This always makes me question silly things, such as “does everyone hate me?”, “do I really have to wake up ever again?”
I really wish that falling asleep was simpler; it takes forever and is usually filled with dreams of food, failing and worry.