Empty
I feel strange. Something is missing. I turn off the lights to go to sleep but some how can't close my eyes. Like I'm waiting for something first. Or someone. It's similar to the days when I want to cry but don't because I think it will be a waste if no one sees me or knows about it. Except I'm not wasting anything this time. I'm never really wasting anything. Just time. The clock is deafening.