what happened? when did i lose control?

Everthing was going great there for a while. I was happy, life was good. But everyday I went to sleep knowing it would be gone too soon. And now it is. But that's not the way my life is. I am not depressed and I am not sick of life. I actually enjoy life most of the time. But there's a lot going on. A lot I can't handle or can't name or can't see through to the end of. So I try to leave it alone for as long as possible, but it gets me in the end. If this was my plan to make, I'd just sit somewhere with my friends forever. No worries, no responsibilities.

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing had changed. I turned over, pulled the covers over my head, and went back to sleep.

I just got really lonely, really fast.