I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I feel all alone even though I am surrounded by people online and offline.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I feel my positive thoughts and happy memories darken like an ink splotch on a pristine piece of white paper.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I feel that my dreams are foolish and will never take flight.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I am swept up in the sea of sadness and feel unable to swim to the shores of happiness.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I feel like staying up until the sun peeks over the horizon and chases away the darkness in the sky, the coldness in my heart.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I know I am surrounded by love but am unable to look up and accept its warm embrace.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when in my mind's eye I witness the theft of the joy I felt just a few hours ago, over and over again like an endless rerun.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I struggle stubbornly against the blanket of sleep slowly descending upon me, when I know I will regret it when I wake up in the morning, tired and unrested.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when insecurity takes over and questions every comforting thought and happy memory, until there are only little candles of warmth left in my heart.

I hate times like these, in the dead of night when I write blog posts and then struggle with the decision of whether to show my weakness to the world.

But at least at times like these, in the dead of night when I write such posts, I know that come morning, most of the darkness will go away and my heart will be warmed up once again. I am grateful for this knowledge, and sincerely hope that it will never be taken away from me. Please and thank you.

Dang, I should sleep early in future.