I couldn't sleep for crap last night.
From midnight to two am I was just laying there.
And then I woke up at eight.

I'm starting that whole doubting who I am thing again.
I don't want to care about who I am anymore.
Screw it.
You know?
And, like always, when I get like this, I fall back on the one 'solution' that I claim will work.
Heh.
"There must be on person out there that can complete me enough so I don't care anymore."
Yeah, I like to think a magical person will cure me.
Also known as: A girlfriend.
But that's probably a lie I've made myself believe, hm?
Blah.

For those of you that don't know. I've never had a girlfriend.
Der.