I’ve always been a night person.

I remember my dad telling me a story about how he was telling my young self that when the lights go out, I should go to sleep, but I didn’t and I just kept looking at him. This was around 2 am if I remember correctly.

(I’m not good at telling stories, but I swear it’s amusing when he tells it.)

It has its perks. I’m more productive, especially when I haven’t done anything exhausting during the day. My head is clearer, even, especially if only the reading lamp is on and I have good music on. Plus I get to think (and write) about things I wouldn’t normally think about when the sun’s out. I don’t know why; I haven’t read much about it. On weekends, I get to have a marathon of the TV series I watching. Yes! (This was before sophomore year in college, though. *sigh.)

Being able to stay up all night has its downsides, too.

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I constantly need someone to hold me because I can’t hold myself together.

Seriously.