Dark.

He loved that feeling when afternoon gave way for the grim feel of evening. When the light in the sky passed over and made way for the dark. He could turn the light on but, no, he prefers the dark. Some people are afraid of the dark, why? It’s not the dark they’re afraid of, it’s what’s in it. But he liked thinking that there might be something in it. Maybe something will come out attempting to inflict more pain on him which unknown to whatever it is, will be exactly what he wants. Taking away the responsibility of him having to do it himself. He liked being surrounded by darkness not only in his head but outside of his body too. There is no light in the thoughts in his head, only consuming darkness. Haunting him, and causing agony. There is no lightswitch, in his head however. People become too dependant on switches and electricity, being told to get over something to him is like being told to turn on a switch that doesn’t exist. The only switch he does control, is his life. It’s currently stuck at the on end of it. No matter how hard he tries.. it won’t move to the off end.

Meh, this one was crap but I love being in the dark and I hate the light. The sun is the worst light I hate to see..