I need to start waking up and consciously remembering my reason for getting out of bed every morning. The onset of mediocre is leaking back, accompanied by whispers of deceit and morning fogs of worthlessness. My mornings do not belong to you, nor the rest of my day. You cannot take my joy or purpose! I have a strength eternal, He is with me always.

I've just realised you are poison.

Now you have to leave.