Look beneath the floorboards, for the secrets I have hid.

I wish it was morning already. I think that the only thing that I have to look forward to is for this day to be already over, and to try to sleep tomorrow and hope for a good dream to occur.

I know that it’s entirely my fault, and I hope that I don’t try to convince myself otherwise. I really hope this lack of sleep and aliment won’t affect my already tired brain. Sleepless nights are no fun. I feel already emotionally worn out, but most importantly, I am really scared of what my brain might think once this crap wears off.

“Of course I love you. It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you–you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy…”

-The Little Prince

Maybe you’re right

Maybe I’ll never find someone who will live to my expectations.