I'm not worried about anything..*sarcasm*
In all honesty lately I've been indescribable. I'm a little irked because I wish I could just get a good "fuck you" from Cory rather then silence (because I have this feeling that is what is coming, but instead of coming out and saying it he would rather not say anything, at all. I have a few theories concerning this, It may be his way of avoiding everything, he may be doing to me what was done to him, or I may just not be important enough right now to care about, or maybe he is mad over the car thing (that last one is unlikely I think, considering he assured me he didn't hate me over it)). Kind of funny (in that bitter ironic sort of way) how anyone I sleep with or form any attachment to ends up completely ignoring me in the end. I'm worried over what my body is doing. I have no idea what is going on, but I don't think I've ever felt this horrible. It's just like a constant subtle thing that is screaming "HEY YOU!! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOUR BODY!" in loud undertones. I'm hurting (emotionally, and maybe physically) over things that are going on in my mind, and may or may not be going on in reality. I'm confused over the few very special friendships that have stayed with me over a period time, and nothing seems quite right in my little world. So yeah I'm just one big bundle of confusion, and impatient anxiousness.
I'm a nervous wreck over my lap results. I won't be able to call to find out the results until Tuesday. They have this automated thing, where they read the results to the machine, then you call and type in your number to listen to your specific message. In all honestly, nothing will prolly show up, but still it would be reassuring to know this for a fact. I don't know, I feel kind of sick to my stomach now (surprise, surprise), so I guess I'll go lay down now. It's prolly my fault this time, I ate food, then had part of a sunkist. *sneezes* Dreamland here I come..
I'm a nervous wreck over my lap results. I won't be able to call to find out the results until Tuesday. They have this automated thing, where they read the results to the machine, then you call and type in your number to listen to your specific message. In all honestly, nothing will prolly show up, but still it would be reassuring to know this for a fact. I don't know, I feel kind of sick to my stomach now (surprise, surprise), so I guess I'll go lay down now. It's prolly my fault this time, I ate food, then had part of a sunkist. *sneezes* Dreamland here I come..