MPD?

I did not get enough sleep last night. But, I'll be ok.

The last few days have been kind of rough. I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with me though I think it's many, many things.

Man... I wish I had gotten more sleep last night.

I sat in my therapist's office yesterday bitching and complaining and whining. And crying. Life has just gotten to me at this point. I'm sick of all the disappointments. Feel like I haven't had a good thing happen in quite a while. And when I say that... I mean it. Last night I thought something good was happening but then it turned bizarre. Very bizarre. Like latch onto my arm and then tell me you love me... when we just met tonight... and I had to kiss him to get him out of my car weird. And then he'll call three times while I'm on my way home. The way his body language changed and... (I just received a text from him)... the way his eyes changed into a wandering child's eyes... starving... hoping for someone to notice their pain. Oh goodness... I wonder why it got so bizarre. What can I possibly learn from this? Yeah... I still think it's time for me to just stop dating altogether and focus on me.

But then... the cutest guy ever calls again and I react like a zombie because I've already taken my meds. And I'm strangely thankful for him. Especially after the other guy behaved the way he did. While the cutest guy ever may not treat me all that well... at least he doesn't seem to have multiple personalities.