When I was young I would convince myself that we lived inside a particle that was stuck under someone's fingernail. I'd sit and thinking about everything and how it could be effected by the snapping of this person's fingers or them waving hello.
I'd think about this so much so that I would eventually fall into this mental black hole I created in my mind and forever left me stuck in my room. I stayed there and slept.


I'm going to stay in my cubbyhole and sleep and think about how intensely I miss my friends and the feeling of being absolutely comfortable.