"I turned to one side and played a soft song on the phone hoping it would distract and sooth my mind.

Personally, i think the hardest part after a break up is that it was the last thing on my mind before i fell asleep and the first thing i remembered when i was just barely awake. Its like my body knew it stucked in some kind of a neverending circle, and everytime i woke up was another round, another same round... I slept a lot. Someday i wished i didn't wake up. I thought sleep was the safe zone, the time-out break, but it wasn't. Sleep was when reality failed and dreams took over. Those dreams haunted me. I hate dreaming.
Every early morning, when the world was most quiet, when i could hear my mind the loudest, consciousness was my own enemy."

...



This midterm week needs to be over asap. I'm barely on the edge of pulling myself together.