There's Nothing Like It

It's funny how alone one can feel in a dark room with nothing more than that familiar glow of a computer screen.
It's not that I'm complaining.
It's that I'm stating a feeling.
There's nothing but utter loneliness in staying up past midnight only to find the waking world is gone; sleeping soundly in cozy beds so soft and warm.
It's a lonely feeling when there's nothing but silence and a bright-white light in your face.

There's nothing better than a weighty decision on one's shoulders to make you remember just how difficult life can be.
Nothing is the same when your motive in life is to see a smile on his face, or hear that note of happiness in his voice.
It's comforting, but is it really worth the backbreaking labor to see?
It doesn't make sense, this whole life thing.

There's a reason why she's up this late.
She just can't seem to figure out why.
Whether it's the music in the background or the thoughts of a certain dark-haired boy that linger in her fragile mind, sleep is still ten thousand miles away.
She wonders if she's worth his time, that's why she's playing his favorite song.
She's a sucker for punishment.