Tea at 11. P, that is. Caffeine fee, of course.
Thinking. Always replaying. I could've i should've done that so much better...
Tomorrow I will... Tomorrow, I will. I will, tomorrow.
What if tomorrow never comes? What if I never do better than I did today? What if today was my absolute best?
I know better.
It's hard. All of it. Everything. Even when it's easy, it's still hard.
And beautiful. And perfect. And everything I always said I'd always wanted.
Tea finished, hour late, alarm early.
Goodnight. Until tomorrow.
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Please don't make me cry.