Every time the sun comes up, I'm in trouble...  Let me prefix by stating that I am a giant ball of stress and a complete insomniac.  Nothing good happens during the day... gym, work, errands, stress...responsibilities.  At night I can finally catch my breathe, relax, and let loose.  I come alive in the nighttime.  It's as if all day I am left abandon of my personality, and as soon as the sun goes down I feel alive.  I know this sounds like a bipolar sociopath, but in actuality I just work very hard, and like to have fun.  -And with that comes a lot of anxiety, and a few hangovers.  It's all fun and games until the sun comes up.  It's like realities cruel reminder that the viscous cycle is starting all over again.  -Cue the anxiety! 

Hat New Era // Hoodie Oak NYC // Jacket Vintage // Jeans Levis // Shoes Yeezy