I napped for a while, which definitely helped. Realized that although I haven't felt like that in a while, at one point it was fairly normal and remembered that I always get over shit like this in time. Remembered that eventually I'd calm down and despite feeling lonely, or what have you, I'd be okay with it and not allow it to ruin me so much. Blah.
Thank you, Zack for your message though. It wasn't until later when I listened to it again and it made me laugh that I realized how much it meant to me. At the time I was like "fuck this, I don't really care", but having you call me "Pigdiddle" definitely brought a smile to my face.
Now I'm just really passive. I did a lot of English reading...despite my hatred (eh, more like massive indifference...which I generally treat the same) for the book. But I'll have less to read tomorrow night, which is good.
Tuesday and Wednesday I'm called out of classes all day. Tuesday is the dance class tech all day (EB-9) and Wednesday is Senior Teach Day. I may as well not be enrolled in school anymore, I feel as though I'm never in classes.
And now, I'm going to get to bed. Hopefully have a very dreamless sleep, 'cause that's what I need.