Thoughts on a Sunday night.

I can’t sleep.
I thought I could an hour ago but obviously I was horribly mistaken so here I am; tapping away at a keyboard, listening to soundtracks and glancing at my phone every time it beeps wearily.
Bleary eyes misting over a bright computer screen, finger tips scrolling down a website I have grown to both love and hate. Struggling to escape the narcissistic ramblings of humanity and seep into darkness in an earnest recollection of the events of the past week or the week before and sometimes, even further than that.

Expectations destroyed. Hearts break. Tears fall.

Sundays are always like this.