Insomnia

鏡子裡那雙眼睛，亮得不像睡著，像剛哭過。 清醒是最殘忍的懲罰——脆弱藏不住的時候，才發現討厭自己討厭到骨子裡。 日復一日窩在熟悉的角落，假裝這樣就不會被誰看穿。 要預支多少快樂，才換得起一次微笑？ 我只想要回那個，還敢奢望被愛的自己。 I want me back. The eyes in the mirror shine too brightly to belong to someone asleep— they look like they've only just finished crying. Being awake is the cruelest punishment. When there's nowhere left to hide the fragility, that's when I realize I despise myself to the very core. Day after day, curled up in the same familiar corner, pretending no one can see through the cracks. How much happiness has to be borrowed just to afford a single smile? I only want back the version of myself who still dared to hope to be loved.