I slept the day away; the tiresome routine of life has exhausted me and the only break I get is when I sleep. I kind of fucked myself over, didn’t I? Now I will be awake all night, thinking of all the things I try to steer away from while the sun is up. While I busy myself at school I don’t dwell on thoughts of you; keeping busy has always been my remedy for a broken heart and here I am, stuck with the biggest crack my silly organ has ever gotten. Here I am at midnight, kicking myself for resting during the day when I could’ve been unconscious all night, not thinking of you one bit. Someday I will be used to these hopeless nights, but for now all I can do is grab some vodka and try to drown these dreams away.