Morning came and I woke up on my study table. I look at my hands and I still have Heather's diary on me. I feel so tired and empty at 7 in the morning. Like, what the hell was wrong with me? I haven't done anything yet. I am tired. I am freaking exhausted and that freaking sucks. I still have a morning class. It's 9 in the morning and I feel terrible. I looked terrible and my eyes looked like I was doing a drug thing all night. How is this even possible? I mean I just read one of her diaries, but I feel like I read it all in one sitting.
*yawn*
"Good morning, Heather. I hope you are having fun up there," I uttered, and looked at Heather's window. The sun's rays hit directly on my skin and the birds started chirping. It will be a lovely day. Is that what you would say, Heather? Like the o
