You really think I can sleep? I wish I could, but I knoe something like sleep won’t let me escape from problems. So I stay up, on some website, venting. Pointless thoughts, only cause I know you would never read this. I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to eat. I don’t to even get up. Because I know, even with the simple act of opening my eyes, you will be there. Physically, and mentally. It’s distant, and lonely. Something I can’t handle, but I deal with it anyway. You are my person. Always, without a doubt. I have accepted the fact you won’t see my lone self, sitting on the couch staring at you constantly. I know you find it bothersome, yet I never stop staring. I don’t think I ever could. It is heavy, horrible feeling. However, I refuse to throw in the flag. I’ve dealt with worst, and you are far from it.