I have been trying to do something worthwhile with my life.
But I sleep. And I sleep. And I sleep.
Deep in sleep, I dream about you.
Sometimes, I stay awake and stare at the dark sky until it turns light grey.
And, well, I do anything but what I should because I try so hard to forget that, day after day, I sit in my room, in front of a computer, all alone. Sad, sad reality.
In other news, I've been sick. Or so I think. I'm not quite sure. I guess that might have something to do with it.
Shhhhhhhh.