late nights call for irony.

I’ve noticed that whenever my life is boring, uneventful, or dull I am usually so unhappy that the only thing I can bring myself to do it lie in bed all day, cry, and just in general be sad….

But when life is flying by, and I have a million things I need to do and so many more things that I want to do - I’m totally stressed and sleep deprived - but I’m also so happy that the only thing that brings me down is the fact I can’t do everything that I want.