I was thinking of her again. I was thinking of her, and I was gone from the rest of them.
     Her life was beautiful. She was always smiling. Her hair glowed in every light. Her face shined in the darkness.
     She was gone from me in an instant.
     There are so many minutes of my life that I spend wishing for things to be the way they were. Every moment my future plows towards me, and the treadmill under my feet pushes me forward. I end up waking up every morning under my bleached sheets, the tiled ceiling staring down at me with the same uninterested frown as every day before the last.
     I am so tired. So, so unbearably tired. All I want to do is sleep.