First Attempt

Blogging. A stupid online journal for everyone to read. So you can post your own thoughts and feelings for the whole world to see. In reality who really cares what I think or how I feel? I've been awake for seventy three and a half hours now. I don't think or feel anything, and the pain is dulled by these stupid white bars they give me at the doctors office. Technically being awake this long I should be falling over, unable to type, even hallucinating yet I'm not. No doctor can figure that out but I know exactly why. My brain is too afraid to sleep, to afraid to be off guard, and the fear keeps me sane.
I spent five hours traveling all over Long Island looking for my mother. She said she would be home per usual, but when she didn't come home by two I went out looking. From bar to bar, house to house, good places to bad places. Five hours it took me, just to have the comfort of knowing my mom was safe because god knows it takes so much to pick up the fucking phone. So you wanna know how I feel? You wanna know what I'm thinking? My worlds been shattered like pieces of glass, at first i could put them together. But as the pieces broke more and they became smaller, sharper, putting them together only cut my hands and left me hurt. Forty nine more of these things. Thats it