I hate night time

I hate night time because it makes you think
Think of what you've done
Think of whether you've made the right choice
Think of what the outcome will be if it was otherwise

Night time just makes one emo
Well, it used to be nice and sweet but no more
Poof
Night is now an escape for me, escape from this world
When the sun rise and shine brightly on me, i dread
I still want to sleep and sleep and run around happily in my land of no worries

I'm confused

Am I who I am years back?
Have I changed for the better or the worst?
I would think it's the latter.

I've lost what I called Life.
I've lost happiness or simply cheerfulness
What's wrong with me, I know not.
I'm becoming weaker, more drawn back,
less approachable, and I'm just living each day routinely.

I'm a confused kid and mentally malfunctioning.
I may need to see a psychiatrist soon to tune me back to reality.
Or maybe it is just me.

Chrysanthemum tea, green tea, ice lemon tea?
I know not which to choose.
KFC, Carl's Junior, Macdonald's?
You decide.
Nice shorts? No?
Alright. I won't buy.
I'm easily influenced, I'm indecisive and I'm too dependent.
I've lost my own opinion, lost my confidence and my sense of self and importance.
Most of the time I prefer to be hiding in one corner or be transparent to people.
If only I possess the power of being invisible, life would be great.

If I die, would anyone notice that I'm missing?
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Would you?