I come home and lay in my bed ready to sleep. So i get comfy and roll to the wall. The bed frame broke, but i dont remember what broke it. And im sick!!!! Ehhhhh, i have a headache and my throat hurts. I didnt sleep well last night and its all a blur. I think i got up from my bedroom and went to the couch then thought id sleep in my mom's bed. Childish i know, but my brain is slower than usual and... its just a fucked up mess over here. But from my mom's room i went back to my room before contempleting in going in my sister's room. Wow. I am so fucking weird, having to stand in pitch black darkness thinking if i should sleep in my room or my sister's. Yep, something was definatly wrong. And... i keeo thinking. Is this real? It feels like a dream.   Im afraid of waking up back in sixth grade when i had no friends. Afraid of being alone... im afraid ill wake up, and i forget Henry, JayJay, Dragon, everyone!... maybe my sick brain is just fucking with me... that's all, bye!