Once Mike and Tina had finished their song, Sugar looked around the room. People were sacked out, most sleeping or talking to their significant others. She had felt bad for walking out on the party, but everyone seemed so content. Everyone except Poor Sugar. She didn't feel good, in the slightest since, but if she wished anything, she wished that her head was stop spinning miles on miles per minute. Everything seemed like such a continuous blur, except for the feelings that she had been trying so hard to wipe from her slate. Turning away from everyone, who hadn't even noticed that she was there, Sugar could feel her eyes rolling out of control and she wanted to just go to her room. It was her safe haven when things were feeling too hard to control and her mind was just screaming to go there. Stumbling, bumping into others along the way, Sugar put both hands on the stairwell and tried her best to keep her balance as she made her way up the number of stairs up to her bedroom. Once she had made it upstairs, she closed her door and wobbled her way to her bedpost, leaning against it. Sugar wasn't even sure if she wanted to lay down...everything just seemed so uneasy.