On Those Difficult Days We’d Rather Forget…

Sometimes the loneliness gets so thick in the air I can cut it with a knife. I think the insomnia is just a way for me to punish myself for giving in to self-pity. I stay awake so I can breathe in the night air and replay a hundred thousand times the source of the pain. I hate these days. Even as infrequent as they are. I hate every single, agonizing minute. But the sun will still rise and the morning will come and it’s up to me what I will do with a fresh day. ✌🏾️


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