The Ingrate.

I've been up since four am and I feel like I'm free falling. The only thing is, it's not in the Tom Petty sort of a way because it's more about instability than love or music. It's that hideous moment when you know that despite everything good in the world, if you've gone to bed at two (slightly drunk, at that) and you're awake now, something is without a doubt wrong. 


I want to crawl up and disappear you know. Not exist for a while. Be a no one. More so anyway. First-world middle class living is wasted on me. I'm an ingrate.