ugh.
Since I've become the lone wolf again, and I don't have to share, I am convinced that I am addicted. I haven't been to sleep in a few days, and aside from 1/2 a bowl of cereal, I haven't kept anything in my stomach. At the same time, it's the only way that I know how to deal with my anger/temper issues, my sadness, and my horrible personality.
I don't know what happened to Old Cio, but I want her back and I want this bitch gone.
