Maybe tonight will be the first night that I cry myself to sleep.
I've never done it before. I always felt like I could.
But somehow, tonight, everything is just... sweeping me away.
Maybe it's just that he's not really in the mood to talk. Maybe it's just that I'm trying to avoid talking about what I should be talking about.
Either way, everything is just... making me breathe funny. Everything is kind of making my eyes tear up.
I'm not sure if I could go a night without talking to him, let alone as long as he needs. But I guess I brought that on myself.
How was I to know that our late night conversations were supposed to end up like this? Then again, like he said, you don't stay up past midnight and expect things to stay the same.
Well, it's late now. And I should be getting so sleep.
And, you know what?
I think crying myself to sleep will come another day.
"Happy new year," I whisper to nobody at all, as my head hits my pillow and I close my eyes, drifting off into the world of sweet dreams and nothingness.
This is a short, less than 200 word piece. But I just wanted to post it for some unknown reason. I guess I just have this stupid compulsion to post everything that I write, despite the consequences that could happen.