It's 3 am and I lay wide awake as I hear the clock softly ticking away. I feel the emptiness inside me grow stronger as my heart aches to go home. But I am home, physically.
Inside my soul feels restless, my emotions are not constant with the fast pacing yet unbelievably slow reality. I want to fast forward this hollow period to a time when I'm whole again, the craving to just beat the race against time and fate feeds on this void sensation, snatching my sleep from me.
I shut my eyes, trying to slow down the marathon of thoughts in my mind, to escape the puzzling reality and drift into a world of dreams but the vain agitation lingers on, refusing to let the sweet slumber envelop me.
Idle, blank, irritated, numb, empty, that's how I feel. I long for this place that I am unaware of, a place that fills the void inside me.
Tick tock. It's 4 am. I shift and pull the covers over me in the final attempt to find some peace and get some sleep.
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Just Another Diary
Phi Hư CấuThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
