I'm tired of calling you dear.

I want to curl up in a corner somewhere I've never been and go into a coma
But I know all I'd do is feel claustrophobic.

I almost started crying in class today. I just got to thinking about things too much. I over blew what they said, I know I did, but it was still to much to ignore. What if it really did happen? What would I do. In thinking about it so much, I finally cam to the conclusion that I would do something permanent to myself, something I'd die with, as to know I would never forget them. That's the only way I would be okay enough not to die from it, to know that some part of them was wrapped up inside of me. Forever.
It would be so horrible to lose them.
I can't imagine.

Time does heal all wounds though. I've learned that much.

I'm so tired of life.