Recycle

Sometimes I'm not okay with myself. I think it might be time to hide. I wonder if my bed is going to catch on fire tonight. I don't know where I'm going. I'm a whiner. Not this again. Go to school, get a job, erase empty time and thoughts will go with it. I'm not clever, I don't try to be. My stomach hurts 18 hours a day. I like sleeping because dreams are better than real life.