I hate being up on hours like this, when my thoughts run deep and are on the verge of pushing me to the edge.

I feel more, and I hate that. Life scares me. It's terrifying....but daylight has its way of masking that fear so that I don't see it for what it really is.

But when it's this dark and cold, and my thoughts are free to roam endless roads, I feel it all. Everything I block when I don't have time to ponder. Everything I push away, so that I could hold myself together for one more day.

I'm so tired, and right now I feel like I can't possibly go on anymore, but I will, because I must.