he looked at me and asked me if i was ok, and i slowly [or maybe it was quickly?] nodded my head; i couldn't speak because breathing took too much of a concious effort, and i couldn't move my eyes because they were glued to a spot on the wall above the tv screen. all i was aware of was that it seemed as though i could feel every cell in my body, the back of my head was on fire and the rest of me was shivering, and how he was on the couch next to me, and it didn't seem close enough. now all i can hear is this stupid smashing pumpkins song playing on my computer, with all its glitches, and drunken cries from all over the house. it isn't good enough.