dear morning ( i mean legit morning……llike before 10 am……like before 8am…..like before 6am…..i mean like 5am…..),
i hate you.
i hate everything about you.
you’re always kind of creepily half lit and there are always eerie birds chirping……i don’t like it.
so.
i’ve decided i’m never going to see you again.
i want a divorce.
from mornings.
bitches.
sincerely,
rach
