When it’s in that ungodly hour in the night and you hope that inspiration will strike…but all you feel is the augmented silence and absence you’ve tried very hard to ignore. All that crowds your mind is: when will it be your turn? The feeling of inferiority seeps in, when you try to be someone better than yourself, but somehow that’s kind of far from reach. When there are not enough hours in the day, for you to both work and play, you choose play. And then instant regret when dusk turns to dawn and you continue the vicious cycle of sleep debt. You are a nice person, you think, so why is it that there is such a void of attraction? It can’t always be the fault of the world, so you think, the fault must lie in me.


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