I unlocked my front door and went right to my stero. I blasted my music throughout my whole house and sang along. I danced up my stairs to my bedroom. I changed out of my dress and into my boxer shorts and tank top. I loved my pajama’s even more then my clothes.

I walked downstairs to my frreezer and grabbed my favorite flavor of ice cream. I plopped down on my couch and and started eating my ice cream right out of the container. I sang into my spoon while eating. I always did this when I was upset or lonely… or both in this case. The music and ice cream soothed me and helped me relax for some reason.

When I felt sick, I put down the ice cream. Only then did the tears return. I got up and switched off my stero. I went upstairs and laid on my bed, sticking my iPod in my ears and turning the volume up. I perferred the more condesded sound for crying. I cried long into the night, before finally giving into my exhaustion and passing out with my music still in my ears.