i wish you would

I am sad. My soup? Disgusting in that way that means it was just completely tastless except for the part where it tasted icky.

Shamelessly stolen from pruegirl17: ( you climbed up here to fall apart )

I want more icecream and then I sleep. I think my blood sugar is crashing, or else I'm more mentally screwed up than I thought. Entirely possible you see.

Ryan hasn't called or emailed in more than a week, and hasn't written a fucking letter that he's sent in like... three months. *bangs head into wall* I could possibly over look two of the three, but since I sent him a freakin' phone card, he really should be able to call. Which means he's going to save it for the nine days of hell that are approaching. I won't want to talk to people, I'll want to sleep, damn it. Or kill someone. I try not to whinge too much about the not calling/writing, because honestly, it annoys the piss out of me when people do that too much. But I figure after 3 months or so, I get bitching rights.

And now the cat is back. *runs away*