“Don’t you ever sleep?” he questioned me with a silly grin I could feel through the dimly lit phone screen.
“If I slept at normal times I’d miss two am texts from my best friends and the moon and the stars”, I replied before further stating my reasons. “I’d miss the random song I remember hearing once before years ago. A distant childhood memory. I’d miss the early dawn kitchen dance party with me, myself, and I. I’d miss the bizarre art prompts that enter the insane wasteland that I call my brain. I’d miss the curious google search that eventually leads to a wikipedia rabbit hole. I’d miss stumbling around in the dark with a broken foot desperately looking for my heating pad. It gets cold in my room, dude.”
He left me on read after that. This is why I don’t pour my heart out.