I Can't Cry Anymore. Or at least you would think.

I think I've had about 10 crying spells today. I came home from the doctor I took my anxiety medicine like suggested. I fell asleep like I knew I would. I woke up in a panic because I knew I wasn't suppose to be sleeping. I got absolutely nothing accomplished. My drawing looks like crap. I called my mom and cried to her. It's ten o'clock I just took my medicine again, and I'm sure within a couple hrs I will be asleep again. But apparently sleeping is not helping me at all. Because apparently I'm not getting the affects of sleep when I am sleeping. although earlier I did create this awesome art show set to music and had an amazing conversation to Gwen Stefani. Too bad it was the drugs talking. And if I wasn't so exhausted and stressed out I would find this whole thing really fucking funny. Which even now I am laughing, which feels fabulous. I'm so glad I'm going home this weekend. I miss my mom, were going to hang out and have fun and shes going to take me out drinking and have my step dad drive us home! I really wish I had met some quality friends while living here, so that I had an Amy or a Theresa to hang out with. You guys always know how to bring it home. And god knows Amy has seen me at my absolute worse. Shannon too! Let's not forget about Shannon! I feel like such a loser right now. I can't stop crying only I'm not depressed and my cats keep lying on me cuz they know I don't feel good. And I just want to put on a Harry Potter Movie and Veg out, and I wish I had someone who could lay with me and crack stupid jokes and tell me everything is going to be fine. I hope I wake up tomorrow and feel rested, and some what sane.