I hate those nights where you want to sleep but can't tear
your mind away from the things that you hate the most.
Sometimes it is a thing you hate, or a place, an event, a
person - or just yourself. Nights where you want to die,
or at least look away, but its in oyur head - so you try to
find any and every distraction possible, but the path of
distraction keeps leading you back to what was bothering
you and you can't get waay from the vicious cycle. So you
exhaust yourself mentally by 7am and end up dreaming about
I hate life almost as much as it seems to hate me sometimes.