I hate night time because that’s when you really start thinking. You don’t have the sun the blind your thoughts and shine happiness all over soul. At night the moon cast a shadow over your mind and your thoughts become dark and dreary. You become submerged in sadness and realize all the bad things that could be. You’re just left to dry out your weary eyes and there’s nothing to do but to deal with the depression that you convince to yourself is gone. Night time isn’t a joy to me, it’s just a reminder of how fake I am during the day.