There’s a vice on my heart. I keep it there because it’s mine. It restricts the beating. Sometimes, in the right company, I’ll loosen the grip and my heart will race in its freedom. The blood flow to my head floods out of control. But I always turn it back, tightening it again, because it feels safer that way.

I should be sleeping right now considering I have to wake up in a little over 4 hours. Oh god! 4 hours. Good night!