Nate
I remember falling asleep, but it lasted maybe two or three hours max.
The ceiling above my bed has become my best friend lately. Imperfectly white, just like Dr. Patel’s teeth, complete with a long, spiderweb crack right near the fan base. Its boring enough to stare at for hours on end.
I don’t even know how to describe what I’m feeling right now. It’s hard to put into words. But I know the sensation. I know it when I’m slipping. From depression I came, and to depression I shall return. Nothing excites me anymore, though a part of me still wishes someone would just step in and catch me without me ever having to beg for help.
I blink against the dim light. Still alive?
Well. That sucks.
My eyes drift over to the corner of the room, fixing on the wardrobe, the exact spot where I
