When I was younger there was this time I couldn't sleep at night, so I decided to explore the things in my room and came across this bottle of iodine:
Being the idiot I was, I decided to open this to examine the contents. I ended up spilling it all over myself and the blankets and I started crying because there was a skull on it and I thought I was going to die. I don't remember who caught me in this state, but they ended up telling me that if I died the next day they would take me to the doctor's office. For some reason that calmed me down. I was such a dumb kid. Nothing has changed.
I realize that I'm happier in the mornings not because it's the start of a new day and I've just woken up (because I don't sleep), but because no one has upset me yet. At the end of the day I'm usually thinking, "People are horrible."
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