So here I am. It's 1 AM and I have to wake up to babysit Lucas at 5:30. What am I doing up so late you might ask? Well... I have a boyfriend who doesn't understand the length and breadth of my neuroticism and wants to be outside right now. So I lie awake staring into the blackness of my room worrying. And he says things like "shut the fuck up, you don't need me to sleep" and "just go to bed, I'll be there in a bit". The nerve of him.
The minutes ticking by
into hours
into long
l
o
n
g
hours.
God, I hate my life.
I have nothing left to live for in all reality. I am in a world that doesn't need me, with a person who doesn't want me, b