09 August 2015

I turned the corner and fell to the ground near a stone wall. I sat up and held my knees close to my chest and started to cry. It was late and there were no cars on the street and no one walking down the sidewalk. I don’t know how long I sat there. I stood up and walked toward the skyscrapers by the bay to find my way home. On a dark street I called my father and told him he was one of the few real friends I have left. At home I passed out in my clothes and didn’t wake up until thirteen hours later.