People ask me why I stare blankly into empty spaces for so long, why sometimes I can't breathe. They tell me I don't have an honest smile and they want to know how come I have the darkest circles under my eyes, always.
I tell them I don't sleep at night.
I'm just broken, is all. That button we have, the one that's right in the middle of our chests, right under the skin and over the sternum - the one that says "push for hope" - mine is broken. Always has been.
So I guess I long for sleepless nights.
And when I can, I sleep during the day.