Yet another nighttime freak-out

[distortedtruth_]

i swear to god, i dont know what i'm going to do if i have to be stuck in this shithole all fucking summer. i cant wait until fucking labor day to see him again. i dont understand why this has to be so difficult. its like its just destined to be this way: shitty

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[refuse_fate]

:/

That's the cruelness of love: it's never all rainbows and butterflies, no matter how hard anyone can try. And it seems the more you love, the more you hurt.

The title of this post made me think of something. "Yet another nighttime freakout." Light and dark. Night and day. Sun and moon. Overused cliches. But all so true. Doesn't it seem everything hits you at night? Some days an idea might stick with you from the hour you wake up, and others your mind might be completely calm and free. The standard, though... doesn't it seem to be that night's when all the things you wish you didn't have to think were thought about? I noticed that trend in nearly all my journals: almost every post was made in the late p.m. or early a.m.. Not because that's when I had time to write- I mean, check me out. I have no life. I could post whenever I wanted. The reason for all the late-night rambling was because any hour between sunset and dawn seemed to stir up a whole shitload of emotions I didn't particularly enjoy, and as a result left me completely

[distortedtruth_]

i appreciate it. pray for my parents to be sympathetic. and trusting. and for their asshole factor to go down. especially my dad.

i appreciate your optimisim. god knows i could use some.