"Good bye. You didn't want me in anyways." He slammed the door on my face.

My alarm rings me up seven in the morning but I shut it and went back to sleep. Looks like today is going to be miserable. It wasn't even easy for me to fall asleep last night. I got drunk. I hid the bottle of alcohol under my bed back. I realized this morning that I had called Stephen forty six times. I wish I had known that I had  gone crazy, screaming in front of my mirror, singing sad songs, rolling over ...