Mm.

Trying to sleep is impossible. I have so much time to think of things. I just wish I could be completely occupied with my thoughts, and my time. But every second of the day, and every moment in the night I just feel all jumbled. If only there was a more productive way to spend my time. I lay there for hours replaying things in my mind, and it's so useless I could just scream. The fact that he haunts my dreams terrifies me. I've made it through the first week. Even if it seemed completely impossible I'm here now. And I'm no longer waiting. Because I'd be waiting for nothing. It would be a breeze if you could just sweat out your feelings. I guess I'm just craving inner peace. Almost dying for it.

I'm also craving Chocolate cake. But that's a different story.

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