Now it's after 10:00. I'm up too late again. I have to get up at 5:00, after all.
Why am I still awake?
There's no reason that I can think of. I'm not even glaring at my phone tonight, so even that old standby of an excuse is no good.
I should have gone. But, I didn't. But, I should have. Maybe I'll get another chance. If so, then I'm fucking going. I'll deal with the aftermath later, but I deserve a chance, no matter how slim, at a happy life.
I really do.