After yesterday's ordeal, I wake up this morning feeling tired and with no urge to leave my room or the comfort of my bed.
I stare at the ceiling feeling numb for almost five hours now, the clock on the nightstand reads 12:30 pm but still, I feel no urge of leaving this room or even to take breakfast.
I very much know Emma would be here a few hours from now to get me ready for the party.
To be sincere I really don't have any urge to attend the party because right now I don't feel like having any human interaction.
I sigh once again like I have been doing for almost three hours now, I am not planning on giving up on my plans by being depressed or staying in the bed all day. No, I am not planning on doing that.
My mind is just too clouded by emotions, I don't know what is right or wrong, all my plans seem worthless at the moment.
Why does everything have to be so complicated after thinking I have found the solutions to them. Why is everything so suffocating?.