*Giovani*

I was not unaccustomed to misery and how it kept me company. On nights when silence was too loud, and when the weight of the world seemed to crush me under its burden, it was the only friend that I had.

It would be a lie to say that I enjoyed its company, but it was also a lie to say I did not. Sometimes, when the night was dark and everything was too much to bear, misery whispered in my ear. It was comfortable, safe even, despite how much I knew its words ...