sigh

Almost a page today.

Raven phoned and I had to stop.

I feel like going to bed and crying. I am absolutely a mess tonight. Not all night. Just for the last hour or so. I feel like and idiot, and I feel like an idiot for feeling like an idiot. I want to feel angry or sad or something and I could be. It would be petty and silly and teenish and I don't do that, so I won't. I just feel like an idiot x2. And this is the writing blog, and this has nothing to do with writing. Told you I'm an idiot.

My eyes are watering. I think there's shampoo in them. Good night.