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I'm not insomniatic.
Anymore.
I just cannot get comfortable.
Maybe I just have too much on my mind. I've had the most terrible PMS for the past couple of days. I've been cranky and tired and whiny and I've had headaches and nausea and it's just been an all around great time.
Not to mention the fact that I'm a complete emotional train wreck. I sat and poured my heart out to Matt for like a half hour tonight. Which wouldn't be so bad if he had been there. But instead of actually trying to talk to him when I had a chance, it just all kind of came spilling out after he went to bed and didn't know I was talking to him. He's going to wake up tomorrow and see it and think I'm a total basketcase.
And he'll be right. Because I am a total basketcase.
And that worries me a little bit. And maybe that's why I can't sleep. But I just keep telling myself that I'm an idiot and everything will be fine. And the problem is that I know that I'm right but I guess I just need something to worry about because if it wasn't that I'd find something else. I'm in that kind of state of mind.
I'd like to write some long introspective and insightful entry, maybe that would make me feel halfway useful. The problem is that I'm really just sitting here, with a throbbing headache, having hot and cold flashes, and wondering why in the hell I can't get some sleep.
Okay, so this is just another silly late night entry that has no purpose or substance. But damnit, I really just want to point out a few things:
~I haven't had PMS this bad in a long time. And even though I'm usually hard to deal with, I feel I'm at least partially justified this time.
~I miss my boyfriend and I am fucking lonely right now.
~It is 4:30 in the morning, after all.
I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow. And if not tomorrow at least by Wednesday.