stage one: this is not bad
stage two: what a refreshing morning, i feel a little tired but otherwise quite peachy. why am i not living life like this every day? why am i not taking advantage of every hour available to me and wasting precious amounts of it on meagre sleep?
stage three: feeling a bit nauseous now
stage four: i’m not really sure why i’m crying
stage five: who the hell enjoys being awake? why has god forsaken me and cast me out into to this blighted land of the woken? when will i return to my slumber dungeon and-
me
when your not mutuals but youre both mutuals with all the same people.. mutual in laws
“live fast, die young. bad girls do it well” I sing as I organize my sock drawer before going to bed at 9:30pm on a Friday night