I will not be afraid.

Its dark, I'm lonely and cold, but I will not be afraid.
The world will still be there in the morning.
At least there is no room for monsters under the bed, I made sure of that when we bought it!
I just cant stand being alone!

In wich we explore self-pity in all its loathsome forms.

This place is turning in to sob-sentral, but I just cant be bothered to care.
I need somewhere to dump my truckload of bleh.
So, like the last time, I'm home alone, and everyone else has someone.
This does not please my ego in the slightest, not in any way.
My ego feels very strongly that if I am miserable and alone, so should everyone else be. (I dont get how you all can stand to be around me, I really dont.)
It is in no way made better by the fact that I'm sick from the side effects of a vaccine I had shoved in to my arm yesterday.
I just want to sleep and sleep and then sleep some more, but if I lie down, my food will come back up, since my stomach has decided to hate me violently.
Then again, it might just all be part of the damn anxiety creeping up on me, AGAIN.
I am not looking forward to the coming days in any way at all.
I miss my sleeping-pills.
I miss you. And you. And you, over there, I miss you to.
Most of all though, I miss myself. Just being comfortable in my own company.