She lied on her bed rethinking all the things she did over the summer. Some good but mostly bad. All she wanted was a beer or some type of alcohol, so she could turn up the music maybe take a swig and lie down losing herself in her thoughts. She let out a small laugh at the thought, but continued staring at the ceiling. Her summer was eventful just without leaving her room. She made a new friend, lost old ones, relapsed on an old addiction, made mistakes, and swore to keep secrets, but to be honest they weren't secrets anymore. Who knew you could think about so much just by staring at a ceiling? Then again it wasn't that depressing there was some good parts kinda like the new friend, but that was a short lived feeling too. She tried to think of some good parts, but her damned negative self wouldn't let her. She felt safe in her room and for that her friends called her a hermit, but what was so wrong about being a hermit? She thought and then she tried to move to the logical facts of why. Such as the human body's need for social interaction or the feeling of being accepted into the world, but she kept questioning to why she should give a damn about those things. She shrugged her shoulders in question but ended up not giving a damn in the end anyways. Then she faced an even more difficult question... should she get up or not? At first she questioned if there was a reason for her to get up, but all this thinking was giving her a headache. So, she finally decided to get up and took a swig from her water bottle; squinting her eyes at the pain wishing she could just hit her head against the wall to get the pain out..she thought about it for a second and stared at the wall, but common sense quickly came in and told her it wouldn't be a good idea.
