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I hate mornings. Not because of the alarm clock that mocks me as i get out of the bed...

Not because of the cold floor that saps the warmth from my feet... Not because of the seemingly endless journey to the bathroom... Not because of drooping eyelids to compliment and already abhorrent face Not because of a mirror that delights in reminding me that a i doomed to carry t his frown for eternity Not because each item required for my morning routine reminds me of other needle ssly repetitive things i must do day after day Not because i must reply on antidepressants to help me function "normaly" throug hout the day... Not because the very aspect of taking my antidepressants seem to depress me even more Not because of the brief moment where a glimmer of a smile creeps across my face when i deceive muself into believing today will be different.... and not because quivering lips and glistening eyes immediately replace that smil e as the revitalization why i hate mornings comes to mind I hate mornings....because i hate myself.