past bedtime.

I'm falling apart, sanity-wise, and it's only a matter of time before I begin talking to food and the anemia, it's doing something strange and mysterious to me. why? who knows. life is a mystery. I slightly slap an itch off my leg and I bruise like a month old banana, I no longer have a fixed bedtime and im gradually becoming more and more obsessed with my insecurities, i'm frail and out of shape. I hope this doesnt come off as a depressive venting because i'm far from it, i'm just experiencing minor insomnia and i missed a good show tonight so i'm kinda agitated. i just wish i was in bed with my loverboy and i wish i wasnt broken....wahh wahhh. Anyways i have to go develop my film in the afternoon and hopefully meet up with some old flames (m.f.) so ill have those P.I. pics up by tomorrow, maybe. it's four am. =( shitman im kookoo