I CAN'T FUCKING SLEEP.

This is absolutely ridiculous.
I've spent the entire night trying to turn on the GPRS Web on Mike's cellphone, stalking random people on Facebook, biting my nails like a crackfiend, being unconsolably worried about my mother and her depressed mood and recent developments with daddy's impending operation, and filling out random surveys on Myspace. I've gotta stop looking at a certain person's profile. It's not doing either of us any good. Ridiculous.
It just makes me feel like a complete idiot. But honestly, come on. I knew I couldn't turn my back on what I knew to be love.
I sound like a hypocrite. I hate sounding like something I hate. Petpeevepetpeevepetpeeve. Kept spelling that wrong. UGGHHHH. I hate biting my nails, they're uncomfortably short. It's dark and I can't type. WHATDAFUCK.
And yet I still bite.
Story of my liiiiifeeeee...