Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
The scariest thing has almost happened... Tomorrow and even now it might turn out they don't want to see me anymore...
Will complete loneliness come tomorrow? Or shall I be less stupid and go away by myself?
At least I have the cat. Who is unable to replace all of them...

I need more and more medicine to fall asleep... I hear the birds twittering on the other side of the window. It's 3:47...

@настроение: desperate