That day still haunts me.
I always wonder if I would go back to that dark place in my mind but my conscience is always screaming at me. How did I even end up here?
There's times I want to be alone , but the silence is what drives me mad.
Gui...
I woke up in a panicked startle from the dream I had, though I really wouldn't call it a dream since I hated the experience. I guess it could be a nightmare, but that wouldn't work either considering the event really did happen. With that relaying question going through my head, I decided to check the notifications on my Ipod.
That was a horrible idea, because as soon as I turned it on, the light was blinding me. I immediately shut my eyes, this moment definitely brings me back to opening the front door on a summer's day. I turned the brightness way down with squinted eyes and noticed I had texts from Nessa , about 7 hours ago.
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Forget Spirit day, I just slept for 8 hours and I'm still freaking tired as hell, also its like 5:02am and I have school in 2 hours. I inwardly groaned, so I won't wake up my cousin and replied to Vanessa.
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Just as I was about to nod off again, my Ipod dinged in my annoyance.
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Squinted eyes again, and I'm wondering how on earth this child is still awake and not sleep. So, ignoring her, I face slammed back into my pillow.
I woke up with my mom yelling at everyone ,upstairs, to wake up. My hand went directly to my phone, checking my notifications that were mainly from Twitter, then I checked the group chat on kik and the weather for today. This is what my morning mostly consist of besides my cousins getting yelled at and it the definition of boring detail.
