Just my Thoughts

There’s this hour of the night where everything just hits different.

Not in a “deep quote on a sunset background” way.

More like... in a "what the hell am I even doing" way.

You lie there, staring at the ceiling, the fan, the cracks in the walls — doesn't matter.

The silence gets inside your head. It starts asking questions you spend all day trying not to hear.

Things like:

Am I wasting my life?

Is any of this real?

Who am I even trying to impress?

And there’s no big answer coming. No voice from the sky.

Just your own breathing, getting a little heavier.

Just the quiet clicking of the clock that somehow sounds louder than your thoughts.

You realize how small everything is.

All the fights. All the stupid pride. All the things you swore you’d never forgive or forget.

Give it enough time and it all fades into noise.

And you wonder:

Am I the person I thought I’d be?

Would 10-year-old me even recognize this version of me?

But here’s the thing —

You’re still breathing.

You’re still here, even if you don't know why.

Maybe that’s enough.

Maybe it has to be.

Because at 2AM, when no one’s looking, when no one’s expecting anything from you —

that’s when you meet the real you.

And some nights, just surviving the silence...

is a victory.