i hate mornings. Not because of the alarm clock that mocks me as i get out of bed... Not because of the cold floor that saps the warmth from my feet... not because of the seemingly endless journey to the bathroom... not because of drooping eyelids to compliment an already abhorrent face... not because of a mirror that delights in reminding me that i am doomed to carry this frown for eternity... not because each item required for my morning routine reminds me of other needlessly repetitive things i mus do day after day... not because i must rely on antidepressants to help me function "normally" throughout the day... not because the very aspect of taking my antidepressants seems to depress me even more... not because of the brief moment where a glimmer of a smile creeps across my face when i deceive myself into believing today will be different... and not because quivering lips and glistening eyes immediately replace that smile as the realization why i hate mornings come to mind.
i hate mornings...
...because i hate myself.