#2.45am

I always have a thousand things to say in my head and none of them are good. I feel like the human equivalent of a soda can that’s been rolling around in the boot of a car for eighteen years. Except, instead of sugar and carbonation, this can is full of tar and novocaine and not enough serotonin. That way, you can keep shaking and shaking it forever and the pressure keeps building up inside, but nothing ever comes of it.