I can’t eat. Don’t want to. I’ve lost all energy. I want a nap. I can’t sleep. I want to. I’m tired. I trip over my feet. I smile. It’s exhausting. I try to keep up the front. Why should my bad mood affect them? I’m snappy and irritated. I hold my tongue here but I’ll have another imaginary conversation with you later and tell you what I really think of you. But I don’t think that. Not really. I want you to stay and hold me. I don’t know you that well but I need a hug. My eyes burn, but I’m tired of crying. My chest is tight with anger but I’m too drained to fight. I want your company, but I’m too exhausted to plead with you to stay. I’ll beat myself up about it later when I’m alone.