Morning

Wait, isn't it evening. Life has been strange, very strange. I was thinking if people knew me, they'd be scared, I'd be scared. I am thinking how I'd sleep with depression. Ok, people think depression, life sucks, but I just want to seduce him/her. Just play games with the games in my head.
Bla, bla, bla, can't I just sleep, crawl into a blanket with depression. He'd be fun. He'd beyond crazy, and a fun beyond crazy. But...bla, bla, bla.