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.