Anna had brought some Chinese takeout but I wasn't really hungry right now . Anna was shocked to hear that.
That was a shocker for me too .
I mean I'm never not hungry but whatever .We ended up watching 'american horror story ' which was Anna's favorite show.
My mind thou was just not focused so I excused myself and headed to my room .
It'd been a while since I'd last wrote in my journal so I decided to give it a shot, maybe it'd take my mind off the memories .
After 20 minutes of staring at the empty sheet in front of me I realized that their was no point and grabbed my headphones from the bedside and plugged my music in , launching myself straight into my warm bed.
Ah my baby , just how much I regretted getting off it every morning .
I sighed not really sure what else to do.
It was a little more than 11:15 and sleep seemed impossible.
Being an insomniac had many cons I guess , number one being that your brain always messes up with your thoughts and every emotion you feel was heightened.
Or maybe it was just me.
Yea , the latter seemed more like it .
I started fiddling around , looking for one of my favorites, 'If I stay ' by Gayle Foreman.
The guy had major some major talent .
The book was one of the best I'd read and I just couldn't stop reading it again and again .
And that was how I spent the rest of the night , relishing the beautiful moments of Mia's and Adams relationship.
They were truly in love and I wondered just how many of us were actually lucky enough to find someone who'd actually love us, with all of their heart.
But that was the thing .
This generation was full of people who could easily fake their emotions and feelings.
Why would someone even play with someone else's feeling ?
This isn't a game.
I sighed .Maybe this is why I couldn't actually believe that love was real .
It was all but just a simple fantasy.
A dream our mind created to fill the empty spaces of our hearts.
I probably wasn't making any sense.
I went back to reading my book and eventually ended drifting off to sleep.
Hey!?
So I know this is too short , sorry .
I'll make it up in the next chapter.Anyways
I'd really appreciate it if you guys could leave comments on how you feel this stories going so far
Bye .
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City Lights
Teen FictionNew York City isn't all what dreams are made of All these dark alleys can't hold the secrets that her past holds . How long do you think we can run away from what makes us what we are ? Our past ?