Hope.

I took a nap before my mom came home. Set my alarm for twenty minutes. When it went off, my mom still wasn't home, so I set it for another twenty.

My mom came in a few minutes later, so I cancelled all the alarms and sat up to start reading.

Maybe she'll check on me. Maybe she has a solution. Maybe she didn't ignore my texts, and was coming to console me. Tell me it's alright. Encourage me.

She didn't even come to my door until a half hour later, when she decided to go up to go to the bathroom. She didn't ask me anything about the texts or how I was feeling or anything.

This has got to stop. This hope. This need.

They're not changing. This is them.

Sleep is more important than them. Those that don't care.