I stay up late to read. I keep reading 'till I feel a little bit numb, then stop. The lights turn out I and sit on the edge of my bed and feel sick; I realize I have to go to school tomorrow and I feel more sick. Walking the four steps to the bathroom blindly I look in the mirror to I see a girl I do not know. But my tired eyes -with the violet crescent moons that have begun to look like bruises- they don't lie. But I do. She is not me. I don't know who she is, but I think I used to.
