Dear Journal,

An unnamed person writes in their journal, and through this you discover a bit about them. This story is set during a lull, it's nothing special. The person is nothing special.

Based on this quote from the Perks of Being a Wallflower: I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning

Writen for this contest.