Well, last night I get some texts from my girlfriend; she’s had a nightmare/night terror and needs to talk about it. I told her that it’s fine and so we hop on Skype. We end up Skyping for three hours (therefore, I don’t get off of Skype until about 5:30 in the morning). I had to get up at 9:30 to go to work as well and, let me tell you, I did really well. I haven’t slept since 9:30 this morning. I was on my feet for 10 hours and I never thought I’d be able to do that. I am pretty proud of myself.

Along with this, once I got home, my mom wasn’t here she was still at her…it’s complicated. And has not yet returned. Not only am I worried that something has gone wrong with her, but I am also worried about being home alone for such an extensive period of time. I am going fucking crazy.

I am just a lost puppy in a cold and cruel unusual world with too much on his mind.