You know when you’re sitting in your room, and you look at
the clock and its three o’clock in the morning and you have no idea how it got
to be so late " or early, I suppose. You don’t know where the time went, you
can’t really remember what you’ve been doing. It was just suddenly tomorrow. That’s when I think the most.
Between midnight and four AM are my peak times to think. Not just about what
the meaning of the universe is, though I’ve had many of conversations with
myself about that. I mean really think. Like, what do I want out of life? What
am I prepared to sacrifice to get it? Am I happy? Why not? I get in this
mindset, of why? And it takes days
for it to pass.