i hate mornings. i hate when people try to talk to me in the morning, try to wake me up in the morning or even do so much as glance at me in the moring.
it's ridiculous.
but i have my reasons.
first off, early morning cheerfulness is unbearably obnoxious. i don't believe i'm capable of smiling before 11am.
secondly, it's fucking freezing. i can literally feel my arse freezing off and it's not even that cold where i live. but in the morning, honest to God, i feel like i've migrated to antartica overnight.
then there's the sun. i am a nocturnal bastard, okay? the sun is like my mortal enemy. it's bad enough that we are forced to wake up from our peacful slumber to do shit, but we also have to endure the restless beating of the sun's rays on our fucking faces.
and asdfghjkl, mornings in the summer.
they are the worst. you start your day most probably awoken by the intense heat while lying in a pool of sweat. you take a shower, you're refreshed, then as soon as you get out you start sweating like niagra falls.
mornings are miserable, they make me want to kill myself and everyone around me.
evidently, i'm not a morning person. or a night person. or a person
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Short Storya collection of one-shots, my inconsequential thoughts and the occasional rant. cover by: imploding-hearts
