Night

I lay in my bed looking at the ceiling in the dark. All the thoughts from throughout the day come rushing back into my head. I start to analyze them one by one, rethinking everything I did. I get angry at myself for the things I should’ve done differently. I tell myself I hate myself and wish to redo the day. I’m never completely satisfied with anything. Maybe the day when I am will come or maybe I’ll never be good enough for even myself.

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