Migraine
Last night didn't get much better. I spent most of it sitting on the floor with my back against the dresser, staring blankly at the TV, flipping channels. This lasted until after three thirty. Then I finally turned it onto an episode of Texas Hold 'Em Finals I'd already seen, and climbed into bed. The rest of my night was just as restless, I barely slept; and when I did, I had nightmares - about spiders, car crashes, of course, and something about January and snow.
I woke up exhausted with a migraine in my head and my eyes. We went to Petco and got the pinkies for Snake. Now, Vanilla Sky is on Bravo and I'm trying to finish up the laundry. The kitchen was a mess today because Chris and I didn't clean it last night. I cleaned that too.
I don't feel very well at all. I'm depressed and angry and agitated and restless. I don't want to be here - not in this life, stupid, but alone in this room. I'm tired. And I want to hurt myself. I feel like shit. I want Chris to come home soon. But it's another two hours. I want to hurt myself and I feel like shit and I'm tired.
I woke up exhausted with a migraine in my head and my eyes. We went to Petco and got the pinkies for Snake. Now, Vanilla Sky is on Bravo and I'm trying to finish up the laundry. The kitchen was a mess today because Chris and I didn't clean it last night. I cleaned that too.
I don't feel very well at all. I'm depressed and angry and agitated and restless. I don't want to be here - not in this life, stupid, but alone in this room. I'm tired. And I want to hurt myself. I feel like shit. I want Chris to come home soon. But it's another two hours. I want to hurt myself and I feel like shit and I'm tired.