Still Can't Sleep.

Mood: Still fucking shitty.
Music: The Spill Canvas - The Tide

Is all I’m good at hating things about and feeling sorry for myself? I don’t know. What do I know? I don't know either. I want to talk to M. I hate how I tell myself I'm not getting dependent, but somewhere I know it's a little to late for that. I'm really really scared. The damage this volcano can do should it erupt seems more than I'm willing to handle or would like to see inflicted. And yet I'd want nothing more than for it to be dormant forever. Forever's a long time.