yadda. I’m about half a thought away from putting my head down on my desk and crying, and there is no logical or valid reason for it. I’m fighting the feeling back, I really am, but I can’t figure out what I’m fighting. If I knew what was causing it, maybe I could deal with it, but I just don’t know. Have to get through the next four and a half hours, then go home. But I’ll have to be okay at home too, because there isn’t a reason for feeling like this and I hate trying to explain that to Jay, I don’t think he understands.
My lip split, I can taste blood.