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Dear Diary, |
| Written by Kb | |
| Wednesday, 13 February 2008 | |
Dear Diary, I am sitting in a dark room. The red digital numbers on my clock tell me that it's three twenty-two. Tonight is the thirteenth night I can't fall asleep. I know this because of the tally marks I've made on my wall, with a navy blue crayon. I wish I could sleep, and fall away to the land of fake reality. I long to be able to forget all the stresses of my poor excuse of a life. Dreaming used to be my getaway, or escape. It worked far better than any drug that could be obtained. (I know this from my so-called friends, who suddenly love me a lot more when they run out of drug money) Then they came, the creatures that now haunt my dreams. I don't know how they came, or how to make them leave. Once my safe haven, dreaming is now even scarier than my life. I know that they will come every chance they get, so I avoid sleep at all costs. I stay in my dark room every night because I fear someone will find out about my problem and intervene. I'm stuck. I don't know what to do so I think I'll just stay here, and hope something good will happen to me. Not that I really expect anything, but I can hope can't I? But then again, why would a stroke of luck come my way? I haven't done anything to deserve it. I suppose the only thing to do is keep counting the nights. Sincerely, Self Pity. K.
Copyright 2008 Kb |
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