2005-10-27 - 1:37 p.m.
As you lay in your bed and your head keeps spinning you can't help but wish it would stop. Nothing is making sense and the effort to figure it out is just pissing you off. You feel alone, and empty. Your phone isn't ringing because no one wants to talk to you anymore. No one cares weather or not you're around. No one misses you.
As you finally drift off into unconsiousness, you can't help but let that fleeting hope of companionship slip away. Your dreams haunt you with faces of past friends, loves, hopes, wishes, it's like they are all laughing at you, trying to make you wish your heart would just miraculously stop. That way none of the pain could get in. None of the hurt and unhappiness could haunt you anymore. It wouldn't be able to touch you because you'd have no heart for it to reach.
It takes to much effort to get out of bed in the morning. Your once spinning head is now groggy and unclear. All you want to do is lay down and go back to bed.