depressed

Here's the thing. I've met this guy that I like (whom I'm not going to name. jaguarkitty, you be quiet).

At times, it seems that he likes me back. And other times, he tells me all about this other person that he likes.

I don't know if it's lack of sleep, or what, but for some reason, I can't stop thinking about it and when I think about it, I get depressed.

So, yeah, this is just a pity me post, but so what, that's why it's a journal.

Maybe I just need to go back on meds and lock myself away from the rest of humanity until I've starved myself into a thin and gorgeous me. Cause god knows, I've tried everything else.

Oh well, I'm going to bed. With all luck, maybe I won't wake up tomorrow.