I ate and I still feel blah. I’m sleepy, but if I go to sleep, then I’ve used no free time and I am immediately back at work and agh. And I almost feel too lonely to sleep.
I don’t know what is up with me. I just need someone to pin me down. Someone giant and gruff needs to just… give me a growl that somehow says, “I love you, shut up, calm down” but sounds an awful lot like “fuck you”.
I don’t know why that is what I respond to or why that’s what I want, but it IS, okay. I was born for a Byronic hero. And I didn’t even know what one was until I was 16, but my whole life, my whole being, ugh.
I just want someone to tell me I’m pretty and put me to bed and stuff and what and I miss my friends, but they’re here all the time, but I’m so disconnected that I miss them.
This was pointless, gods.
I want a dog and Julia is pretending to have an allergy and I’m going to cry and where is Courtney?
