It's not you hypergraphia

Tell me it'll be okay when I wake up. That this is just a lie, a lie my mind made up and not some fucked up reality I'm caught in. This isn't fun anymore, not since the novelty wore off, but then again it's questionable if it ever was. Whats funny is everyone will be surprised but me and that makes it harder because it never matters what I think of myself. That isn't the point either.

Maybe I should stay home from school tomorrow. I'll just stay in bed and shop online all day. Not good for the eyes. Neither was my other sacrifice. No one picks up their phone anymore, and people only call when I'm entering my now daily comatose period of 3pm to 9. It's easier to sleep because if you ignore problems long enough, they go away.

Sleepovers are supposed to be happy things, except when we're only doing it because we can't run away. But company is company, and surely the nights were easier. I dread tomorrow, but only because. I wish things were simpler.