death count
Funny how it only ever takes a few words to make me feel really depressed. I don't like night-time much... I never have. All the drinking and dancing and meaningless chatter. I sit in my room quiet these days, hunched over my studying, not really concentrating, becoming more and more tense until the muscles of my back are one immoveable knot. I can't sleep because by the time I want to go to bed comes around, I'm too wound up. And as another hour or two passes, I simply wind up more as the emotion spirals down until I can't sleep at all. Like I said, I'm not lonely. It's something else but it's still not right. I'm not lonely because there are so many other people here feeling the same way. And many people feel much, much worse. I know because I've seen the numbers...