After yesterday's ordeal, I wake up this morning feeling tired and with no urge to leave my room or the comfort of my bed.

I stare at the ceiling feeling numb for almost five hours now, the clock on the nightstand reads 12:30 pm but still, I feel no urge of leaving this room or even to take breakfast.

I very much know Emma would be here a few hours from now to get me ready for the party.

To be sincere I don't have any urge to attend the party because right now I don't feel like having any human interaction.

I sigh once again like I have been...