its that feeling of anxiety the night before…
you know, when you don’t know what to expect tomorrow.
where all you do is wrap yourself in worry,
destroy yourself for no real reason.
then the day comes and goes, as promised by the sun.
and you’re fine. no scars or bruises.
you begin to think: “it wasn’t that bad after all, right?”
you think.
…
so why does this cycle repeat itself endlessly?
