Tonight is one of those nights.
You know what I'm talking about.
You close the door behind you and numbly lock it shut. You stare at your hands for long minutes before finally breaking up. You gasp for breath, silently sobbing about everything that went wrong all at once. Everything that is wrong with you and the world and everything that you just can't deal with.
Then you deal with it the only way you know how. You take deep, exhausted, shuddering breaths as you quietly cry yourself to sleep.
The next morning you wake up huddles in the corner of your bed with a sore neck and a pounding headache.
So you get out of bed just like any other morning.
