• The sun is a big ball of fire, high in the sky, mocking everybody that doesn't want it there. It's so warm, so...inviting. Did I ask for that?

    I sat in my room for hours, shades closed and pillows over my head. I had my mp3 player blasting on full volume to drown out the motors and screaming kids outside. I was so sick of the whole entire world, I just wanted to islolate myself in my own world.

    I heard my sister knocking on my door and screaming, "GET OUT!! YOU HAVE TO EAT!!". I ignored her.

    I had my own food in my room. 3 bags of potato chips and 4 24-ounce bottles of coca-cola. What did it matter if I ate anyways? Not like I would care if I starved to death.

    I loved the quiet. I'd always loved the quiet, the silence. If only the whole world was silent; the whole world could be my playground with nobody to get in my way. Nothing would matter, I would have my own rules and nobody had jurisdiction over what I did with my day.

    "In the End" came on my mp3 player.
    Ahh, sweet emptiness.