wait till tomorrow.
you'll feel better than.
i can't tell myself that anymore.
i can hardly make it through the next hour, let alone twenty-four hours.
the clock slowly ticks, minute by minute passes.
i can't stand another minute passing like this.
but there's nothing to do.
everybody thinks i want to be left alone.
but i don't.
i don't want to be alone, i'm utterly terrified to be alone.
i cry endlessly when i'm alone, nobody to comfort me.
is this what i get for living?