Go ahead, please kill me now.

Good god, I feel kind of sick. Like, physically sick and fatigued right now. I don't know why. My stomache hurts, but it's not quite like stomache-stomache... I don't know how to describe it.

And I miss him. I miss him, and it hurts. Don't get me wrong, of course I was happy--albeit very anxious before and for a bit during--to see him, but it's like getting salt poured onto an old wound that's been ripped open again. Before Saturday, of course I missed him and wanted to see him; but not as much as I do right now. I think that hug just made it worse. I'm feeling close to desperate, and I don't really like that. And do you even have any idea how difficult it is to concentrate when certain thoughts keep bombarding your mind?

Argh. And I was having such a good day, too. Frak it all, this sucks ass.