the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Stay up late, praying, I don’t wake up till it’s bedtime again. Doesn’t make sense to stay up late, if you don’t like living. If I go to sleep at dinner, I wake up before sunrise.

Morning nighttime, is much worse.

Lonely, empty hours.

I cannot be conscious for them.

If I fall asleep at 3am, there’s no chance I could arise for the cursed moments. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

So, don’t tell me to sleep.

I will, hopefully past the cold morning.

Not until I feel I’m tired enough.