AhjeezthingshappenedandstuffandIdon'tknowhowtofeelandthingsareallrightaretheyormaybetheyaren'tthatgoodbutthey'reokayandIdon'tknowhowto
feel.
I took a sleeping pill. I should've taken two. I got three hours, laid in bed for another hour, and had to get up. Second night I can't sleep.
I'm glad for Michael. I think. confused
[Edit: Clarification]
The way things worked out seemed sort of.. anticlimatic. I'm glad for Michael in that his dad was so.. accepting? At least, not condemning. That's cool, I guess, but I'm still not sure how I feel about the situation, which is why I feel sort of blank. Emotions are cancelling each other out.
As for sleep, I'm hoping I'll naturally get tired again later on. I think I just had a cat-moment. You know, *frizz*zip!*stop!*poofle*nonchalant* I have another Nytol to take in case I don't, but Nytol leads to really unnatural sleep. Oh well.