the miserable life of a miserable teenager

to the moment I close my eyes to sleep,

I fantasize about laying my head and being able to think about nothing for a few hours.

Of course, it never lasts long.

That cursed second when my eyes flutter open and reality sets in.

I’m here, I’m alive, unfortunately.

No matter how long I’m asleep for, Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

My battery is still empty.

There is no charger.

I’m an old iPhone 4 that needs to be charged every 30 minutes.

Sure, I could eat more.

But then you’d have another reason to taunt me.