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The Night

My mind and energy flourish between 10 p.m and 6 a.m.

Sleep is a concept to my body that sits on the back burner of the disorder overtaking my ****** systems.

 

At night is the time I feel alive,

Alone,

Depressed,

Exuberant

Inspired,

Drained,

Awake.

 

The darker the skies the more open my eyes seem to get.

I race across the internet in my liveliness learning or observing,

And occasionally when I'm on my lows, self-diagnosing.

 

At night is when my mood shifts from happy to sad

and my thoughts range from beautiful words and pictures to hate and self-loathing.

At night is when I am capable of understanding the mysteries surrounding the concept of living

and at night is when I re-evaluate decisions in my life and change,

for better or for worse.

 

But all this can only be between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m.

When the world is dead and I am the only one experiencing it.

 

-Alicia Hubert

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Jul 20, 2014
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I think I have Bipolar Disorder.

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