Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Her escape.
Angry. Disappointed. Confused. Tired. Victimised. Sad. Helpless. Alone. Frustrated. Misunderstood. Sorry.
She lied in bed. Tears running down her cheeks continuously. The sobs were growing louder. She threw the covers over her head in attempt to muffle those sounds, hoping that her mates wouldn't hear them. She didn't know the reason she was crying. She just felt that way. She couldn't be bothered to figure it out either because she was tired of thinking, prying her brain or heart open. It wouldn't help even if she did so anyway, she thought. It would only cause more pain. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. The cries slowly stopped. Her breathing slowly regained normal. She drifted off. It wasn't a dream. She didn't want to dream. It was unconciousness. A way to numb her feelings. Her escape.
She lied in bed. Tears running down her cheeks continuously. The sobs were growing louder. She threw the covers over her head in attempt to muffle those sounds, hoping that her mates wouldn't hear them. She didn't know the reason she was crying. She just felt that way. She couldn't be bothered to figure it out either because she was tired of thinking, prying her brain or heart open. It wouldn't help even if she did so anyway, she thought. It would only cause more pain. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. The cries slowly stopped. Her breathing slowly regained normal. She drifted off. It wasn't a dream. She didn't want to dream. It was unconciousness. A way to numb her feelings. Her escape.
JoJo danced the night away at 1:10 PM
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