I’m stuck in this weird purgatory of being someone who enjoys the morning but mainly stays up late and sleeps in, but waking up early always reminds me the beauty of being up when the day starts. Is it only me?
When I stay up all night into the next morning or wake up just before my alarm and see the light shining through my curtains I get this feeling of like melancholy
Sorts liek ”Damn I gotta get up again“ or “Damn I’m still up?” But also like thinking how pretty the color is and stuff Idk it’s a pretty small thing but I’ve noticed I’d been thinking of it more the last few days but it’s whateves Have a good day guy :3
Starting to love this life but I’m still dulling over leaving some things that I think should be behind me but struggling to accept it, idk if this makes sense
