You awake with a throbbing headache, the kind that racks your entire brain.

You know this is the type of headache that would evaporate with time.

At least you hope.

~!~

There are many odd things about him.

You feel like you're seeing him for the first time all over again.

And it's driving you crazy.

What's wrong with you today?

You can see his every annoying action, his every irksome fault.

Is this some deluded sight your brain created to hate him more?

You hope not.

You really, really want to hate him in an unreasonable manner.

You know how stubborn you're being, and you honestly don't care.

You close your eyes, wish that your addled brain stop working for awhile.

You realize you're misrable, and you'll be like that for awhile.

You can't quite understand why yet, but you know that the world around you isn't making it better.

The pressure is building behind your eyes, and you swallow it down.

You hate crying.