~I want to go there. All by myself. And just think. Relax.
~Repeats over and over: God has the perfect guy for me, God has the perfect guy for me....
It'd be so awesome to know who he is. Then you wouldn't have to stress over any other guys...and the little things that they say or do that hurt you, maybe wouldn't hurt so much. Maybe you wouldn't even care, and you'd think "Pfft! Why should I care what he's doing, or what he thinks?" Oh, if only, if only...
~I really need to finish my schoolwork. I have no ambition. Ay ay ay.
~If I were Rose, I would've just let myself fall asleep, while holding Jack's hand in the end. Morbid, I know. But that's why it's good I'm not her, I suppose.
~I'm going to go upstairs now, climb into my cozy warm bed, and fall asleep while holding my Coca-Cola can pillow, and attempting to think joyful thoughts. Hopefully, I'll make it through the night with no scary dreams of spiders or getting stranded (that was a lovely dream I had last night) and wake up in the morning in a better, more positive mood. Granted, I'll not have dilated eyes anymore (I went to the eye doctor today), and thus light won't be bothering me so much and giving me a seemingly neverending headache (very inconvenient).