The worst thing about the night time is the seconds. They are elasticated to stretch out and comfortably wrap themselves around each individual thought that you never wanted to be left alone with. Can I sleep all day and do my work at night, yes. I did that for many years. But I dont live like that any more. I dont have eight million things to keep me busy to stop me hearing my own insecurities. I just have tired eyes watching the sun rise as my heart sinks and another damn night of my brain short circuiting until the sound of the electricity itself keeps me awake. Another night alone with my least favourite person. Another night.