Sometimes I suppose I am happy. When I am with my friends, throwing my head back and covering my mouth as I shake with laughter at a joke someone just made.
But then the day turns to night. And my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness.
I lay in bed thinking about all the things I wish I could say, all the things I'm too afraid to admit, even with only pen, paper, and a mind.
It's nights like these when I realize I am many things. I am happy and sad, outgoing and shy, rambunctious and quiet.
But mostly,
I am empty.
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cool kids never sleep
Short Storya compilation of all my last little thoughts when I can't sleep at night...
