Night is the worst time for me. Even worse than the day when I have to go into school and tolerate everyone.
Night is when all my thoughts - all my feelings that I have pushed deep down into the pit of my stomach seem to come vomiting up. Night is when all the voices in my head come out to play, where they taunt me and laugh at me, when they make me not even want to be in my own skin.
However when the radio comes blasting through my speakers at 7.00am it's day time I have to push everything all the way back down into the pit of my stomach and try and act happy and for once try to be good enough for everyone.
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Toxic Me
Teen FictionNight is when my demons come out to play, and day is when I try to cover up the mess they leave behind
