we could lie beneath the stars Or watch a thousand passing cars From the roof of this prison.

I'm getting incredibly bored with everything. All I want is to sleep and sleep more. Stay in that dreamland that makes me feel so wonderful and safe. I'm confused about where my heart stays and where it wants to be. I feel so lonely in my head, so tired adn out of energy. I feel broken again, not happy, not sad, just existing in a way no one should have to.

My birthday is tomorrow. No one will remember. I'll be alone again.

I want to start over again.