I still feel like something is wrong
I am pretty sure that everything is hormones, especially considering I cried three times last night after I got to April's. Wait, no 4. I cried when I realized that Smirnoff made lime-flavored vodka (don't laugh, I don't know if that's why I was crying or not, but that's the only thing I can think of).
I cried because when I made drinks for April and I, I accidentally used Sydney's pink lemonade instead of April's strawberry Kool-Aid and I felt bad and thought Sydney was going to be mad at me.
I cried because while standing outside with April, she said in a shaky voice, "Do you ever just feel... crazy for no reason?" We both started to cry a little bit, and then we laughed at ourselves.
Then, last night. I had the worst dream ever. It was so emotionally crippling that I don't even want to talk about it. I woke up feeling distant from everything and everyone, and threw up all over myself. I called in late to work over it. The throwing up part is probably a virus, since I haven't thrown up like that since that time I got drunk at karaoke and threw up in my pants.
I would much rather have the icky morning feeling back than deal with this crying bullshit.
Might see Chris this weekend. Dunno yet. Family obligations, etc.
Short post for now. Fill you in more later.
Missed you, Livejournal. Missed you good.
I cried because when I made drinks for April and I, I accidentally used Sydney's pink lemonade instead of April's strawberry Kool-Aid and I felt bad and thought Sydney was going to be mad at me.
I cried because while standing outside with April, she said in a shaky voice, "Do you ever just feel... crazy for no reason?" We both started to cry a little bit, and then we laughed at ourselves.
Then, last night. I had the worst dream ever. It was so emotionally crippling that I don't even want to talk about it. I woke up feeling distant from everything and everyone, and threw up all over myself. I called in late to work over it. The throwing up part is probably a virus, since I haven't thrown up like that since that time I got drunk at karaoke and threw up in my pants.
I would much rather have the icky morning feeling back than deal with this crying bullshit.
Might see Chris this weekend. Dunno yet. Family obligations, etc.
Short post for now. Fill you in more later.
Missed you, Livejournal. Missed you good.