Unfinished

She glances at the clock across the room. It's blinks lime green "3:34". She rolls back over and closes her eyes. Restless. Tears begin to form. She bits back the overwhelming feeling and takes a deep breath.Just count the sheep. You can get through this. Her mind tells her. Too late. Tears are streaming. She buries her head deep into her pillow. How could I be so stupid? She sobs harder. It's harder to breathe. She sits up. Look at me. I'm so pathetic! She gets up, deciding that she will never get back to sleep. At least not tonight. She reaches down for her cell phone that she threw across the room earlier. Really? Your going to check your inbox? You know it's empty! He doesn't care about you! He didn't say 'goodnight', or 'I've made a huge mistake'. No, this is real. Just go back to bed. She stands in the middle of her room. She stares at her insomniac bed. It's all your fault! You made me this way. So obsessive, so insecure, so unlovable. I hate you! She puts on her jacket, grabs her keys, and walks out the door. Where are we going? Her mind races. Just get in and drive. Turn right here. Turn left here. I can't believe your heading towards his house. A sigh escapes. She parks at the park about four blocks away from his house. Well, we can either bang his door down and piss him off and just make things more complicated or just drive back home. No no no. I did not come out all this way just to turn around. Your so right. I can't just knock on his door at four in the morning excepting some kind of love. Gah, I wish life was just a fairytale. Oh yes, cause life is just that simple. No wonder he couldn't love you. You talk to yourself. Shut up! It's normal. Can't I talk to myself? No, no you can't. Why not? People think it's weird. You don't wanna be that one weirdo that's talks to yourself, do ya? No... I don't think I do. What the hell are you talking about? Gah, can't you just stay focused for like five minutes! What am I going to do? She starts pacing.