Chance.

So, the benadryl didn't work last night. Not only did it not make me drowsy, it couldn't keep me asleep, and there was no water to use as a scapegoat.

I woke up in a mild fit. I can't stop thinking about what a disappointment I am. The e-mail hit me hard. I didn't do much, but what I did do, every little thing, I did for him. Why doesn't he understand that?

More dreams. ._.

( Ignore. )

I wanna go paint my castle. ;-; Oh, and I made this for Erica.