The light of the empty word doc lit up the room. My friends could see how bright my room was from my camera feed. They all sounded like they were having a blast but my ears were ringing. I needed an idea. The screen began to flicker softly, and I knew hell was peeking at me. The eyes on the ceiling were enough to keep me glued to my chair. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes to hours. Hours to see the same white digital paper. I just wanted something to feed this feeling I had.  "Guys, I think I'm gonna have to call it an early night tonight, I'll see you guys later." They all said their respective goodbyes as I disconnected. It scurried against the wall and got uncomfortable close. It's eyes were almost against my body. Was I just not good enough anymore? Why couldn't I make something? I sighed, accepting my fate. "I can't, not tonight." As the words slowly escaped my lips, I felt the grip of the bastard tighten. It was like it swam into my ear and squeezed my brain into pieces. I felt my eyes flood with water, pain coursing through my hands. Something has to give. I laid against the floor, tears streaming down my face. Maybe I'll do better next time. Am I good enough to have a next time?