I can't friggin do this!! I hate this essay soooo much! I've been held in recluse all day in my room, that I'm starting to go crazy. My brain wants to be freed. Go brain... go! Fly and be free.
I have stocked myself with 9 bucks worth of assorted bulk candy and chocolate. I am sugared and ready to go baby!!
I really miss Sharl. I need some bigtime de-frazzle-ifying. Or at least an ear to clear my mind. I wish he was home, just so I know everything is in order and where it should be. I feel comforted when I know where he is. Not in a psychotic and possessive way.. I just like the reassurance in knowing I can reach him in my time of need. Yeah.. so maybe this is not a real time of need, but still... I can't reach him! Grr..I don't like it at all. What if it's an emehgenceeee!!?
My back hurts. Call menstural cramps, I call it sympathy ghost pains from Sharl. I knew I shouldn't have called him a gimp so much.