I glance down at the computer desk, a fruit fly is perched on a spare set of headphones. I glance at the clock. 3:12 a.m. Will I ever sleep? No, not tonight, I decide. Is it bad when time passes so slowly that you never sleep anymore? I don't know. I laugh once, short and quick. I never know anything anymore.
Ever since my best friend, make that former best friend, lied again and again, over and over, tearing another chunk off of my heart, my trust, my loyalty, I have been unsure of everything I've done. Of course I have some other friends but... I sigh, I should at least try to sleep tonight. No matter how much pain mentally I'm in, I won't heal unless I'm physically healthy. I know that from experience. I sigh again, a deep sigh, a painful sigh.
I log off of the computer and trudge up the stairs, every step difficult, it seems. Then again, everything seems difficult now. And as I flop into bed I wonder, should I forgive and forget?
