Those moments when you’re laying in bed, trying to close your eyes, will the sleep to take charge? Those moments are the hardest. You’re alone. Your bed is meant for two. You see the sunlight creeping through your window. Those moments? The moments when sleep won’t take charge? Those moments are the moments that drive you crazy. It’s just you and your thoughts. The only companion available, is the one most willing to remind you of every wrong move you’ve ever made. Loves to remind you of all your flaws, loves to reveal all of your true and horrid traits. Those moments? They hate the living shit out of you, and there isn’t a spare moment that they will spend to take a moment and just give you a break. In the midst of happiness, and in the midst of depression, those moments? They will find you, and they will ruin you. Every chance possible. Every attempt at closing your eyes. The moments will come. Every. Single. Time.
We’ve arrived! You figure out where yet?