I want to sleep. I want to be asleep right now. But theres this thing, ya see, that you're suppose to do when you sleep. Its called breathing, and yeah, if you don't do that its kinda more like death than sleep. I'm having a little trouble with the breathing thing. Its five a.m. and I feel like I'm gonna fall over from exhaustion.
Stupid fucking cold.
I've just pinched the last remaining of three boxes of tissues that were dispersed through the house today... yesterday, or whatever. I bet mum appreciated me wandering into her room at quarter to five in the morning.
Oh, god. I need to eat or I'll feel sick later... uh... sicker. Whatever. The only edible thing in my room happens to be potato gems, and there is literally nothing in the house. I ended up cleaning the house fridge out at three a.m. rather than finding something to fill my stomach with. I don't even have bread, and I have margarine and sprinkles too. For once, I can't stand the thought of eating chocolate.
Wow. Mum would think I was on my death bed if she heard that.
I'm just rambling to keep my mind off the fact that there is nothing to do but mope until my food is done, and I'd rather mope to the computer than walk around and mope to myself.
Need food now.