It's ten to six, and I haven't slept yet. I wanted to watch the sun rise, in some distant corner of my soul. Then I realize that I sit here, alone, in a dark room, and the sun never rises in my world. "The sky is dark, the world is black, and everybody sucks." Damn right, foamy. Tomorrow's another day and I can't help but feel badly about it; it's one more day that I'll waste, thinking about how badly I feel, anxiety racing through my mind, something I cannot stop.
Or can I?
Will I try?
Does anyone care?