I figure it's better for me. Healthier, people say, although I don't understand why exactly. Regardless, it might be better for me psychologically. I spend my nights thinking about the less cheerful sides of life. Though I wonder if that would change at all, even if it was the day. Is it really worth it to give up one of the times I'm most at peace with myself (sadly), simply for what's "better" for me?
Eh, guess I'm having mixed feelings about this topic recently. Maybe I'm just a bit confused. Night was the most calming period of time for me. A moment that would spread into hours where I could slowly begin to understand myself, uninterrupted, not being judged.
Yet like all things I seem to have a hold on, it's... shattered?
Why can I never find peace in this house.
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It's funny how one thing in the middle of a thought can change so much.
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