I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I understand why I was so anxious last month while I was in London. But now I'm home and it's really no better. Ok, ok, so I haven't been taking my medicine quite as regularly as I should since I've been home, so I guess that'll have something to do with it.... But I just expected things to be better.
Alright -> Initiate personal ranting ->
Patrick is pretty much MIA since he does work two jobs and that just seems to be the way things are. This would, perhaps, be ok if he could manage to call me now and then, but.... *bitter*
It's likely to get better. It's in the works.
Kenzie's out of town again and I miss her.
Our wireless is a pain in the ass these days.
I don't get to see my parents until October, which will be 9 months since the last time I saw them.
I miss Brendan, for obvious reasons.
And I haven't been sleeping well these last couple of nights.
Blah. And I'm done.
...must needs cuddles...
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