She dances with the halfway truth.

I should be sleeping. An hour ago I was super tired and ready to hit the sack. Now I am just sitting here. Alone, just like every night. When I sit alone and don't think about anything in particular, the what-ifs start to cloud my mind and make it foggy. I soon am in a daze that is like a nightmare that I can not get out of. I feel as if I am alone in a forest that is spinning around me with no way out. I take a deep breath in, count to ten, let it out. It doesn't help. The what-ifs start to get louder in my head. They taunt me and laugh at me because they know the mistakes I have made in the past. They won't let me forget them. I close my eyes and scream. I tell them I don't care about the what-ifs. They are of the past and I can't do a thing about them. I am going to move on, I will run till they are far behind. They continue to laugh, so I try to run. It is as if I am chained to the ground. Almost every night this happens. I slip into an unconscious of what-ifs without even wanting too. One day, I hope they go away. I hope someone comes to save me, to make the spinning forest stop, to make the what-ifs turn to the nows, and to make the fog leave forever.