I went to sleep anxious, I woke up a bit better. I drove to school. I did the whole school thing. I was a bit out of it. A bit in my own world, holding on. Not really in the mood for food. Or atleast anything I saw. I'm still not. I ate though. Uh, I'm reading the DSM IV Casebook still, duh.
Trying to clear my skin before friday. doh.
Shei canceled on me at the last moment and I had a little melt down. That sounds pathetic but I was just so stressed out already and worrying and I couldn't remember my vocab and wow, I just fell apart. I got to YAP feeling like poop. I was grumpy, and it's like when I'm grumpy everyone around me keeps repeating themselves but saying nothing and smells bad. Something always smells bad. I moped through it and Tom wouldn't leave my side. Everyone else gave me a wide berth. It was kindof nice, Tom was listening and stuff, but not really LISTENING. Kindof reciting things he thought would help. It's endearing, I appreciate it. But after I had calmed down I was just sort of stewing and he would NOT leave my side, literally, and god I just got mad. And he wanted to hang out, and I just couldn't do that. I couldn't. I wanted to go home and curl up in a ball and die. I don't anymore, but I did. My goodness.
But I got home and I talked to her and I feel better now. And I ate cookies and played sims and steve came over and I hugged him and then everything was alright, you know? My world is ok.