"What time did you go to bed...I mean, what time did you go to sleep?"
God, this was driving me crazy. I needed to write down my thoughts, so I sign up for this incredibly long blog name. Oh well, no bleedingmonkey, I had to do something.
It's 4 in the morning, and I'm thinking that I should go to bed soon. I have lots to do tomorrow, can't sleep the day away again. Speaking a sleep, my dad and my mom-ish think I'm anemic, considering I'm tired and weird all the time. It figures.
I wish I could be open about absolutely everything that goes on in my life and how I feel, but I can't. And that sucks horribly. I'll just be the stupid, out-of-it, cynical little girl that I always am.
I had an awful headache on one side of my head today. It hurt to move my eyeball & my brain jiggled. Diane showed me pictures of her when she was young and happy, and she was so incredibly pretty. She still is, despite what she thinks.