It's been a year and the only thing I can think of is sleep. Sleeping. A state were your mind is not here or resting. Were you are not able to understand whats going around you. Sleep, the cousin to death. I want to sleep but instead it's raining outside. And I inhale the smell of wet concrete and rain. So I realize that the world is pretty for some people but not for me. So I go around and be human today who doesn't give a fuck because I don't want to go to anywhere. And I certainly don't want to wash my hair.

I will wash my hair though. I will. Wash my hair. And do my makeup, and take a shower and go to school, sit on the bus with all the strangers with horrible perfumes and look out of the window and listen to happy music, and go to school without frowning and I will smile at my classmates and compliment the girl I can't stand and flirt with boys I don't like and answer the teachers answers and smile at them, I will hug the girls who talk about me behind my back, I will be a nice student. But today?

Let me sleep, please.