There’s so much left to do, and so little time to do it. It’s a very quiet Christmas. My tattoos are itching because they’re healing, but they’re driving me nuts. The headaches have come back, and they’re not getting any better. Thank God I’m alone this Christmas. I can’t wait to get out of Buffalo. I can’t wait to go to Manhattan. I can’t wait to go to Boston. I can’t wait to go home. I don’t want to go home. I’ve cried enough, but I can’t stop crying. I want to keep everything the way it is, but I’m tired of everything being the way it is. The next four months will fly by, but they’re not moving fast enough. I have this feeling, and I love this feeling, but I hate this feeling, because I can’t do anything about it. I don’t want to see anyone. I don’t want to talk to anyone. But I want to talk to someone. Thank God it’s a quiet Christmas. I want it to be May, but I wish it were still April. I want to go back in time and change certain things, but I wouldn’t have things any other way. I can’t wait to pack up my life and move on. I’m terrified to pack up my life and move on. I want to sleep the next three days away and wake up in time to pick up where I left off. I’ve cried too much, but I’m still crying.
Snap out of it!