listen to me.

Should I wake him up?

Should I go outside?

Am I dying tonight?

Should I just wait for the sun again?

“Ugh, this kind of old drama again.”

I mumbled to myself and sat down on the side of my bed again and took a deep sigh. It's freaking three in the morning and no single sign of sleepiness showed up. It's been a long time since insomnia hugged me. I've been walking back in forth here in my small room. I kept my moves quietly because the wall is thin, I might wake him up. I don't know what to do anymore. Insomnia and panic attack at the same time is the worst combination ever. 

I stood up again and walked through the door. I nervously twisted the doorknob with trembling hands. A deafening silence covered the whole area of