I hate the night sometimes. I accept that the pendulum swings both ways. i take the lows with the highs as a natural part of the process. Can’t have light without dark, the top of the mountain without the abyss. I find my lows when I’m alone, worst part of my day. I was killin it the whole day today but the backlash of this loneliness is a crushing sadness sometimes. There’s just no escaping it for now and that’s ok, but i really don’t want to get used to this.