flyboy_fox

Worst. Night. Ever.

I reckon I got maybe an hour, two at most, of sleep - most of which was filled with restless dreams/nightmares. The rest of the night consisted of me lying awake/half-awake and being taunted by Miles (and oddly, some ethereal dream-Scourge), who was doing everything he could to make my paranoia about everything worse. I don't understand what his problem is. See if I buy him coffee again.

I really need to figure out how to stop him from pushing me around, 'cause dude that ain't right. And to think that a few days ago I was actually feeling pretty bad for him. Whether or not Miles is a delusion of mine, he's sure having the same detrimental effect of a mental illness on me right now. It makes me feel a little sick to say that, because I've tried to maintain that this whole thing is fine because it's not BAD for me.

Miles, get it through your supposedly smart head that if you fuck me over too bad, you're essentially fucking yourself over. Maybe you just don't care any more. Gonna take me down in flames with you? Fantastic.

I just wanna crawl back into bed and sleep all day. 6.15am is a cruel hour to be awake and preparing for work.

Edit: You know, I'm probably just feeling so depressed and sick because I'm tired and anxious. If I can just get through the day (I'm sure starting on phones won't be as bad as I'm building it up to be), then I can nap as soon as I get home for an hour or so. Then I'll have a relaxing evening and get a good early night. I'll feel better. Just thinking about that cheers me up a bit. Being tired always makes everything seem ten times worse.

Edit 2:

This guy is my hero. Dude you HAVE no Quran :D