Live, live, LIVE.

Life, life, LIFE.

Seconds are going by. Days have passed. I have not really moved. I haven't had motivation for much lately. Laying in bed until 2p.m. has pretty much wiped me out. As sad as that sounds. I have no reason to get up and do anything. Cabin fever? No, not at all. I just realized who my real friends are. I realized after I stopped talking to all of them I had no friends. So truly, I never had any real friends.

They were all just a sham. A lie. An illusion. My imagination.


I wish I would have wrote 'never change' in their yearbooks. Maybe that would have made them stay the same.