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Night

I hate it, hate it, hate it when everyone is asleep or gone, and I'm still awake.
When I can't read, I can't watch TV, all I can do is, just wrestle with a vague sense of this and that, twisting my thoughts until my temples start throbbing and I can't actually form entire ideas, like I'm trying to fix something my fingers can't actually grasp.