I worried myself sick~! I haven't slept in what, 3, maybe 4 days, and today, I'm a MESS. I shake and hurt, god I HURT. And of course including all that nasty stuff that involves being hunched over loo's and I just want painkillers, but there's none.
A little update on my friends situation, because everyones being really nice and asking how he is.
Well, he spent the entire of christmas day in a sort of medically induced coma, wonderful~!
He's got a broken collarbone, broken arm and several broken ribs, and tomorrow, he's got a lovely operation lined up to see if there's a way to make him walk again. So, the outlook isn't exactly amazing, but he's awake, and being fucking irritating and noble as only he can be. I still haven't got to see him, he's in hospital up the country, so just phonecalls so far.
Sorry if I sound bitchy or bitter, I'm just stressed. I'm really protective of this guy. Remember, in July, my boyfriend died? Well, Ethan was the one who was with him when it happened. So like, yeah, I should sleep, but I'm goddamn FRANTIC. I'm not even tired. I'm in pain, but not tired.
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALALALALALAL SORRY FOR BEING DEPRESSING.
I have 637738434 college things to do. Guess I can use my insomnia to do those :'D
Roll on the new year! I'm determined to make 2010 fucking AWESOME.
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