I can't sleep (as is evident by the title of this post. I felt the need to emphasize.). I miss my boyfriend. I miss my cat. I miss my bed. I don't particularly miss our loud upstairs neighbors who apparently think that moving furniture while wearing tap shoes is a grand idea, but the other stuff makes up for this one. Alack, alas.
Why is it that since I got out of the hospital everyone feels the need to tell me "don't do that again"? I can't tell you how many times I've heard "You really scared me/us. Don't do that again." I mean, I get it. I'm loved, everyone was worried and scared. But guys, it's not like I thought that getting my blood sugar over 700 would allow me to travel through time. If that was the case, then no, I wouldn't do that again. This was an accident; it was a weird combination of random events that caused me to get very very sick. Can't promise that's not going to happen again. Sorry, but it's true.
Ok, I'm done.
I'm sorry. I know you guys love me. I'm just venting. After all, it is 3 am. I'm officially allowed. Look it up. I dare you.
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I have to say that you looked really good when I saw you in P-town....I know that you miss Sam and your cat and that is home to you now...
I can totally relate.
It just isn't home anymore
Poor Emily. But if we didn't annoy you, how would we show love?
hee hee..."Alack, alas" Methinks the English major rubbed off a bit...
And yes, 3 am venting is indeed on the books. It's been checked.
Are THEY gonna make out?!
*mwah* send me some l-word.
i need my daily dose of brooding
<3
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