im trying to sleep, but the voices in my head are too loud, and im remembering all these thing that i've done. so i turn to my side and face the wall, and breathe slowly. close my eyes, open them, close them once more. i see his face now, you know, the boy i told you about. now, i know i wont be able to sleep. i suppose this is why most people are insomniacs; the voices wont go away, the memories keep coming back, and people haunt them in the darkness of the night. i turn the lights on, sit on the edge of my bed and cry. just a little bit, just to make it easier to breathe. i turn the lights off and try to sleep again; and its going to be a long night.