|12:56 pm - the long and winding road.|
I can't sleep. The past couple of nites, I've watched the hours tick by. I sit, mind racing, almost terrified to fall asleep.
Once I fall asleep, its all over; the beginning of another day. One more day to play a part in this act; to become the pretender. My body is tired, I'm exhausted from being someone I'm not. It makes me ache. Makes me stay awake.
Apparently over the last month, I have become a coffee drinker. I was never a coffee drinker. I am now.
I've been trying to let more people into my little secretive life. I've been trying to branch out to everyone for advise. Its not working.