Some people just like pig out on food when they're upset about something. Me, I'm kind of the opposite, in that I think I've eaten like two eggs since, uh, Monday. My stomach feels like it's in knots and I can't even begin to fathom the idea of actually eating anything. Probably not a good thing.

I really just need to learn to stop getting my hopes up about people and accept the fact that nothing works out. I really thought I had come to this conclusion already, but apparently I let myself believe I could be happy for longer than a few moments and I was wrong. As usual.

On a more random note, you'd think having slept a total of 4 hours in 3 days and eaten virtually nothing would take my gayness skillz down a few notches, but ( you'd be wrong. )

Anyway. I'm gonna go be all emo and not-sleep now because I have work tomorrow. And Saturday. And Sunday. And Monday. And Tuesday. FUN.