Monologue Extraordinaire

My room is too cold, the floor's not soft enough and the blankets never high enough. The space heater in the corner only does so much, it can't bundle me up and beat my heart for me. There's too many boxes stacked in corners, signifying a life once lived no longer. My sweats are about four sizes too big, but it's alright because they don't belong to me and I'm just wearing them because they're warm. Almost everything I own is in the washing machine right now, which is why I'm up, waiting and waiting and waiting for the wash/dry/repeat cycle to END! I've been up since 5:30 am which is the earliest I've been up in quite some time, and I'd really like to go to bed soon please. Sometimes I think I'm a little bit crazy, then I remember I'm pretty normal on my own and it's everyone else that's making me go crazy! Speaking of everybody else, my friends have really been the greatest support system ever lately. I feel so at home around them, so comfortable, that when I'm around people I don't know that well I tense up, feel out of place, and just want one of them by my side. Some things aren't meant to be discussed, others aren't meant to be brought up in casual conversation, and then some aren't even meant to be thought. I've done all three, and I think it's time to forget my worries for a little bit and just sail away.