The day after a night out is always strange, for me. First of all, there is the practically-guaranteed hangover. After pain-killers, that is mostly just feeling hungry and tired all day, though.

Beyond that, however, is just a strangely intense feeling of loneliness and meaninglessness. My thoughts end up taking the shape of unstructured sorrow. I never feel happy or as though there is purpose, but I never feel as unhappy or worthless as I do on days like this.

The odd thing is that I can't even imagine anything truly happy. I know that all of those things are more complicated than their initial appearance implies.

At most, I get the brief visions of ephemeral and isolated warmth drifting in an infinite black and cold void.

I need to find a conclusion to this existence since it was never really worth it,
...Nights