Sunday September 13th, 2009
I hate sleeping in bed alone!
I hate it terribly. In fact, I can barely bring myself up to it. For the past...well, since July I've always had someone else in bed with me. (Not in a sexual way, mind you!) It's just...awkward not having someone to hold, or be held by.
This has actually gone to the extent in which a couple of nights ago I actually, yes, embarrassingly enough, crawled into bed with my fucking parents. (This action is compeltely 13 years overdue). I was never one to seek comfort from my parents. And the three of us were at a relative's house in another city for the past few days.
As for sleeping alone -- I just can't stand it!
I hate being in a completely dark room, isolated, alone, left with my endless thoughts of crap. (Watching endless episodes of Criminal Minds [which I love] isn't really helping much, either). Normally I wouldn't be affected by this at the slightest, and I'm sure it's not really adding to the paranoia I've grown to develop over the past little while.
Sigh. I'll get over it. Get over this horrible habit, I mean. Or try to. How? I'm not sure yet. I'll think of that after...after I...I don't even know ;A;.
- Jun



