Laying in bed and listening to a sad indie playlist. I’m feeling really down. Listening to these slow songs aren’t helping either. I guess I’m the type to wallow in my sadness. I guess I’m just tired of picking myself up day after day. The house feels sad and empty tonight, but when does it not feel that way? I wish I could truly explain what is going on. Too tired and unmotivated to study for this science quiz on Fri. Too tired and unmotivated to wash my work clothes for tomorrow. Too tired and unmotivated to even get out of this bed. I want to cry but I don’t want anyone to come into my room and ask questions. I want to run away. I want to escape from my reality. I want out. I just don’t want to be here anymore. I really wish I could just disappear for a little while. I don’t want to be alone, because God knows how lonely I feel and how lonely I am, but I don’t want to be around anyone either. This life I’m living feels meaningless, mundane, and just plain pointless. I want to run away. I want to escape. I hate my reality. I feel like I’m waiting to wake up from a bad dream.. but I can’t. I’m stuck asleep in this bad dream. It’s hard for me to have hope or see things getting better. I want to run away. I want to escape. I want to wake up from this bad dream. Too bad it’s my reality.