Where do we go when we want to get away from who we are? But who are we to begin with? Are we the one behind closed doors? When everyone else was asleep and all that we can hear are our intruding thoughts, are we that one who chooses to suppress our emotions? We wanted to remain there, right where we lay, because its just too much to think of tomorrow or the future where everything is better. Its too much to think of the past or yesterday where just regret to open up. But right now is bearable, blank and numbing. As we stare off the ceiling, our visions turn darker and darker and my eyes felt heavy from crying. Where did I go?