One Shots

Nighttime

My friend wanted me to write something for him, so I wrote him this. Hope you like it.
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The nighttime and I have a love-hate relationship.
I love the nighttime because of the calm. Everything is asleep but everything is alive, at the same time. The sky overhead is glowing with stars in their faraway galaxies. For all I know, something in those galaxies could be staring straight back at me.
The nighttime is cool, sometimes it's hot or cold, but either way, it's the perfect temperature.
Animals are hunting, bugs are buzzing, and yet everyone is asleep in their houses, blissfully unaware of the raccoon in their backyard.
I can scream and run down the street and no one will care. I could sit in the middle of the road and stare at the sky and no one will notice. I can be as wild and free as I want and no one is there to stop me.
Nighttime has a way of making me happy. The moon is always there, shining on and lighting the streets. I can look up and remind myself how pathetically small my problems are, how I don't need to worry as much about them. The sky is as dark as it is bright. And that balance calms me.
I hate the nighttime as much as I love it though.
At night, I'm utterly alone. I can harm myself in anyway and not have any repercussions till the sun rises. No one is there to stop me.
The dark draws out my fears and messes with my mind. I hear things that aren't there, and the shadows twist into demons.
I look up, into the infinite darkness, and am reminded how small I really am. I could not even exist and it wouldn't matter. My life isn't even a blip in the timespan of the world and the universe.
At night, I see how little I matter. Because I'm trying to sleep and I'm being tormented by own mind and I realize, no one cares what I'm going through. I'm reminded that everyone has their own problems and that mine aren't anyone's concern.
The nighttime has a way of making me feel horrible. A way of making me hate myself. It's silent and calm, leaving me with no distractions. And all that's left is to drive myself insane. All that's left is to count my flaws and fall apart.
The sky is so, so dark. Just standing still and looking up has me wanting to collapse and cry.
As I said before, I have a love-hate relationship with the nighttime. That will never change, and I never want it to.