4am and I'm still awake. I feel misarable, sad, hopeless, lonely. I'll see my T in less than 10 hours. I don't know what to talk about to her. There is so much, but yet so little. Talking about how bad I feel, it feels so fake when I talk about it. Because I usually don't feel like that when I see her. I don't really want to go. I just want to hide from everything.