As the sun begins to rise, I know I miss him. He’s sleeping. I haven’t slept at all. I know my brother will be mad at me, but I can’t help it. My friend is sleeping on the bed, and I want to call my angel. I know he is asleep. If he’s not, I’ll be pretty mad. It just seems so useless though. Being here without him is almost uncopable. I know that when the sun is up and the birds sing, I can see him again. But until then, I can feel my mind slipping away and breaking apart. Why won’ t things get better? Why won’t everything just stop?