the mind of a teenager.

3am.

the witching hour some say. i call it the perfect time to do work or writing. the atmosphere is relaxed as everyone is asleep. i've always loved 3am. it's a time of silence. sometimes i feel i regret staying up to 3am but i soon realise it helps me focus. as i sit here writing this i am supposed to be writing my folio piece but i have no motivation. i'd much rather write my feelings. my folio piece is about what i have done in isolation due to the global pandemic. but what can i say i have done? i haven't done much but from what i have done i can't include it. oh yes sqa i've harmed myself. cried in the mirror. hated myself. i am sure they would love that. 3am is my time of piece. the small pocket of time i have to fix my broken life. the least i can do is document it. i thought since schools were closed i would be less stressed. but here i sit. i can see the empty word document that should be completed. but it isn't. i don't have a clue what to write. the sky isn't completely dark. its a kind of greyish blue. my mind is hazy. 3am was always my time to complete work but my mind can't clear. moon. she has not left my mind all week. i still wonder why she is not coming back. i've felt happier these past days thanks to her. it is funny. no matter what i do i can't stop thinking about moon. maybe it is because i wrote about her or maybe it is because she is back. i hope she is. moon loved 3am too. a time were she claimed the brightest star shining was me. it is weird. being able to see yourself or your inner mind. in front of you. some people find it weird. others find it cool and ask questions. i do not mind at all. i miss her. 3am became my favourite time too. she showed me to love it. she showed me there was nothing to fear at this time. 3am is a silent time to focus and that is why i love it so much. i hate the noise the voices make so 3am is perfect for me. i do not know why the voices are quiet. maybe it's moon. that would be cool. i'm going to enjoy the last moment of silence now. love, your star