I do not know how long I was passed out for, but when I wasn’t awake, I dreamed of my heartache. Seeing as how it was the only thing on my mind, I guess it made sense. When I came round, I blinked, unfamilar where I was. I tried to get up, but my arms were weak. I tried to call out for help, but my throat was parched. I was still clueless as to my surroundings. I rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. Suddenly everything snapped, and I knew where I was. What an odd sensation..I still could not push myself into a sitting position. I lifted my fingers toward my face. They shook violently; they were blurred in my eyes. I was angry at myself for the pain I endured. It was my own fault. I cursed myself terribley, and rolled onto my other side. I closed my eyes, drifting back toward sleep. The pain fevered my dreams. Nothing was right; people ignored me, and I set out to kill myself. I barely knew I was dreaming. My pulse quickened, and in my subconscious, I knew my sugar was low. I could not wake myself up. Problem.