So tonight may have been the worst night I've had in a long time. I can't believe anything would have such a great effect on me physically, and mentally. I don't shake often, if ever. I can't stop now. No matter what I think about, I can't stop shaking. I don't know if it's from fury, sorrow, passion? I can't pick. I can't discern anyway. I can't even read anything because all my books are packed. I can't do anything. I think I could run. Start rebuilding my life physically right now. Except its 4:47 AM. I need to throw up or something. I did this to myself too. I CAN'T EVEN WRITE! All of my journals are packed away. Plus all of my story ideas. I'll write in my writing diary for once. Maybe. I come home in two days time. I'm excited. Well I WOULD be, normally. This mood is a buzz kill though. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had an O.K. day other than what was stated above. Me and Jake rented all 6 Children of the Corn movies. We got through four, plus The Warriors. The schools basically closed, but I roll with staff haha so we opened up the bottom of the J and watched the movies on the big screen all alone. It was pretty sick. Then they wanted to smoke huka. You just can't win here. They're my friends, so I donno. I went with them, and they knew not to blow smoke in my general area, so it wasn't too awful. I was pretty weirded out though. Being that close was odd. so I've calmed down a tiny bit. I've come to my senses a bit. I need sleep. I still want to write a story though. Maybe just a really short short story. Like tiny. God sometimes I hate myself.