Bad Dreams

-Busta Rhymes

That's like all I have now. Bad sleeps and bad dreams.

When you think about it, most people will spend the majority of their lives complaining about having to share a room. Sharing their things. I always shared a room with either my brothers or my sister, and for ages I'm pretty sure we all just wanted space of our own. All that time that we wait to be on our own, and all for what?

I met someone who I shared practically everything in my life with. Money, space, a bed, car, internets, everything! I guess being alone is alright. For a long time it seems like what most people want. Unfortunately for me I found someone who rocked my world, who has got me to do things that I thought I might never do. Now that she's gone my life feels... Meh.

Now I go back to way things used to be before her. All alone. Putting on a happy face so that everyone close to me suspects nothing. Even if they knew I was feeling down they wouldn't care. My family is bad like that. All the things I do, all the ways I feel, they're not want my family wants for me.

I earn more money than my brother. I have great food for every meal of the day. I actually get to see my friends every now and then. But that special someone is missing.

I don't know what to do.

Ok I should go eat now and have a decent dinner at least before bed. Shopping tomorrow, *unenthusiastic HOO*