Four-thirty in the a.m.
And I can’t sleep.
I literally think I hate everyone.
The boyfriend is being a shit.
My cat won’t cuddle with me.
My eye keeps watering.
I gotta get up in three hours.
It’s now four-thirty-three.
And I need a lot of money to pay back my parents.
I had an awful dream last night.
Ten milligrams later, and my anxiety medication still isn’t working.
Me and my dad can’t seem to get along. At all.
It’s now four-thirty-six.
And I really need to stop being so sad.
But I just emotionally feel like shit.