Why is it that it's only late at night that the things I really don't give a crap about during the day, suddenly magnifies and explodes in my head past 12am? Mostly in a shit load of guilt coupled with regret. That I don't want to fall asleep purely because I seem to always be trying to grasp onto remnants of a day that didn't turn out too badly. Or because I hope to prolong a day so that whatever I'm not looking forward to remains that one extra hour further away. Also an extra idiotic hour of mulling over all the horrible things I've done and said, and maybe if things had been different, I wouldn't be spending so much time thinking about it.