Putting the box away.

All of a sudden, for about four days now, I can't sleep. Every night I go to sleep, and it feels cold and dark in my room. I don't know if its the room or its me, but it feels so empty. I wake up a few hours after, after a dream. And I look at the clock. Sometimes I wait for the garage to sound and listen for my mom to leave. Then I go back to sleep. Sometimes the alarm clock goes off, and sometimes someone or somehow it was turned off. I don't know.

It probably takes me five to ten minutes to walk to my car at the end of the day. All the time I spend thinking and watching and I have this box of hate that's in my throat, just waiting to be thrown out in the form of screams and yells. I look around and think this is my prison. I'm not exactly the most enjoyable person to be around right now. Shit, am I ever?

All this....and I only have one thing to say...

Everything's fine as long as you don't think about it.