The Reason I Like Staying Up Late So Much Is Because Between The Hours Of 1am-5am, The World Is Quiet

the reason i like staying up late so much is because between the hours of 1am-5am, the world is quiet and no one expects anything from me. i could stare at my wall for 4 hours and there would be no consequences. it’s so silent and calm. i love it

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