heathens

you knew you should have stayed

solitude has never been my friend. i've always felt lonely, being alone just elevated it.

josh has not been by in a few days and i'm starting to loose my mind.

the florescent night-time lights make me sick. they're too bright and blue and artificial. i roll over, groaning and vomiting on the cold floor.

everything turns yellow and fuzzy. my sick turns into blood. in a second, it's there. in the next, it's gone.

josh was right when he said i was hallucinating.

sometimes i hear the drums and they won't go away until i'm screaming for them to leave me alone. the guards ignore me. i wish josh could hear.

i want josh to save me already. he promised and i trust him.