Morning Me Hates Night Me

Morning me hates Night me. Night me likes to stay up late and have fun. Morning me has to grumble and get up in the morning for school. Night me likes to party and stay up typing and watching T.V. and listening to the radio. Morning me has to deal with the aftermath. Night me says to get up and go to school without arguing. Morning me says screw you, I'm tired. Night me says to eat breakfast and take a shower. Morning me says fuck off, let me sleep. It's a constant battle, and it goes on and on and on and on and on and on. It never ends.

And then you've got Evening me, who's inbetween. Evening me says good job getting up this morning, and got to be early so you don't argue. Night me says screw you, I'm staying up. Morning me says I'm tired, get the hell away from me and let me sleep. Morning me has to deal with everything. Morning me hates Night me.

Maybe one day I'll learnn to listen to them both. But at night, Night me is in control, telling me to stay up late because I'm not tired, telling Morning me to get up and take it. Morning me is always complaining, yelling at Night me to go to bed early so I don't feel so damn tired in the morning when I get up. Honestly, I don't think it will ever end, this battle between morning and night. It's a battle within me, and no matter what I do, I just can't seem to win.

Evening me is the neutral. It's Switzerland. Evening me tries to agree with both Morning and Night me, but usually when it switches to Night me, I wind up staying up really late and hating myself in the morning and yelling at everyone because I didn't get enough sleep. Does anyone else feel this way? Like there's a constant battle within taking place that you seem unaware of? Have any of you came to a compromise? If you have, please tell me, for I would love to know what to do in this position. Because no matter what I do, I just can't seem to win.

Night me wants to eat snacks and watch T.V. and joke around with my maniac of a father. Morning me just wants to sleep and curses anyone who tries to make me wake up. This is driving me a wee bit crazy, if I may be so bold.

Morning me hates Night me. Night me likes to party. Morning me wants to sleep. I don't think I'll ever figure it out.

Stupid life. It has too many mysteries. Life can't expect me to find the answers to them all.