It seems that late at night is when everyone decides to ponder life's questions. For example, why is it, that with some guys when you say no to sex, they're done with you? Are they really that shallow? (dumb question) Why do I sometimes cry before bed for no reason at all? Maybe I'm not letting it out enough? There are so many different thoughts flooding my head, I have no idea what to even say first. My creativity thrives at night. It's interesting. Today I discovered that too many young people feel as if the world is falling apart around them. Sure life may seem tough, I get frustrated and sad too. But you really need to bear in mind all the good things you have. Because you do. THis is a f*cked up entry.... It makes no sense.