It was late now. Zach had dropped me
off at home three hours ago. And as much as I loved spending the day with him, all I wanted to do was be alone. I just wanted to lay in my big bed and not have to be out in public. Something is wrong with me. I can feel it. I know there is. I see thing differently than the rest of the world. Nobody knows what it is like to be so sad that it takes all of you to get out of bed nonetheless out of the house. One day, I will shut off my lights and I will be free. One day. Just not today.
