I say to myself
though I don't know if it can be
A day passes as it does whether good or bad
I hope for good mornings, as I crawl out of bed
but that means nothing
I have some good days
I have some bad days
Most days fade into memory as they happen
I pity those boring days, when mornings are good
I long for those boring days, when morning are bad
I try not think about how I'm always counting days
Days 'til what?
It gets dark out too early now
It stays light out too late now
It's finally dark
b o r e d
I type out what I want to say
I type out what I want to hear
Is it really bad to stay up 'til 2?
Is it really bad to sleep in 'til 2?
Of course not.
Should I keep writing?
It's 3 o'clock.