I love nights, and I love dreaming. I dont give a fuck that dreams are illusions, they make me feel happy for a few hours. But why in hell do I have to wake up every single time? I am finally feeling great, as if depressions were over and a new chapter in my life has begun; and then BAAAM. Reality punches me straight in the face. “You actually thought you could ever be happy? HAHAHA, forget it.” As if it had the plan to let me feel how great my life could be only to destroy all my hopes in a single second.
Reality is a freakin sadist. Fuck you, daylight and twittering birds, fuck you smell of breakfast and FUCK YOU neighbour for chopping down dozens of trees with your damn chainsaw every single morning. People want to sleep, for fucks sake!