Last night, I couldn't sleep. I didn't know why. So I sat up on my bed. Staring at open space. Thinking of what happens tomorrow and if soon I'll lose something precious. I'm not angry that I don't have friends at all. Cos' I never had one. And I didn't lose any friendship. I just play the DS or PSP. Don't think about it and it won't creep up and get me. If it doesn't get me I don't lose my confidence and hide in my bedroom and think that why don't I have friends. On the outside I try to be strong. I'd try to withstand what people say about me. But in the end, I'll break down and lose it all. Cos' they're so crude, they're words pierce through me. And that wound stays there. and just when I recover my confidence I'd get pierced again. And it goes on.