So I'm just too lazy to get up and get my real journal.  I'm sitting here on my couch in my dorm room surrounded by the silence of nothingness.  There is nothing going on here.  I just left the boys room, because I thought I should do something productive, but I traded the cool comfort of a futon and the hilarity of a good movie for the warm comfort of my laptop, daunting finals and silence.  I hate silence.  Silence is what true loneliness is.  When your heart longs for another prescence one close enough and strong enough to drive away the lack of sound with only being there.  But there will be no saving heart today, it will be only the silence in which I sit, to keep my company.

Where did they all go...because I don't know.  Some studying others playing.  Some broken away.  Who comes back? who hears my hearts cries?  Who'se heart do i hear?  Who do i listen to? Do I listen beyond myself?

Or do I give in and sleep? And sacrifice the silence for the pillow, hoping to drive away this emptiness until tomorrow.

Its painful when this happens and you know why, but there is nothing you can do.  You are helpless and unable to do anything other than sit and watch it take over.