sleep...

So, I haven't slept in the past three days. Why? I'm not sure. Probably random thoughts that I've suppressed over the past few months. Maybe stress from school or work or writing that certain missionary friend of mine. I'm just not sure. Sadly, it has made me sick. I've always wondered about that kind of thing. In the past, I was a psychology major, this kind of stuff still intrigues me. Now that I have learned to handle stress in a different manner, have I made it easier to build up all of my emotions inside? Will I explode from bottling things up without knowing it? Well, it's happening. I just don't get it. Some of the time, I thought maybe I was just hanging around Richard too much, and that was a stress. Though it would be more of a stress if I didn't have him around every day. Sorry to drag all who reads this into the vast space of a pinball machine brain I have. I'm just a psychological mess. Maybe in a few weeks, everything will be better. I hope.

Ta