I woke up today after a restless night. I didn’t wake during my sleep, but I can tell that it wasn't a good one. I currently have this feeling of dread, like I should be doing something, but I am not, thus making me feel I am in trouble in some way. I don't wish to be sitting here right now. I want to be doing something. Something, I don't know, creative, constructive, destructive? I can do destructive. I can destroy things with out regret. But can I do something positive without having to destroy it in the end? I suppose my feeling of dread is also due to the fact that semester one in school is now officially over. Exams were written (I failed the math class and didn’t bother to write the exam) and now, in two days I will start the second semester without the protection of my Drama Room. I have selfishly become dependant on it, and the people in it, and have cursed myself each time I yearn for the feeling of being surrounded by equally troubled people. Yes, each person in that room is troubled in some way. It is who a Drama Junkie is. We all have problems that we hid from each other. Some have bigger things to hide, like abuse or Self-Harm, and some is just mere depression. (Not that depression is something to be taken lightly). Or maybe, just maybe, they are better at hiding it then some of the rest. How many people that surround us, are hidden by some mask that we do not know is there? How many people are really true to how we see them? How many people are telling the truth when they say they are all right?