The night is the hardest time to be alive, and by 4am the night knows all my secrets,all my shame,all my regrets and what if's...
Every time is like I've got a bad case of the 3:30ish am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right?
Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice cold glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.
Not even all that sober if I'm being honest...
all I know is, that it's nearing 9:30am and I'm just laying here,
So at this point just got on the phone
and grab my remote
with headphones as they played music
while I look through the channels of a muted Television..
