Don’t you remember you told me you loved me, baby?

I have hardly slept this week, and it’s never been at night if I have gotten any sleep. I’m not really sure what it is. “Are you sure there’s nothing on your mind?” That’s what he asked. And you know, what does it matter that there is? It’s nothing I plan to change and talking about it would just upset people. This post is not poetic by any means, I just can’t sleep and the sun doesn’t come up for another 20 mintues. So yeah. The other night, as I drove with absolutely no destination, I listened to “Breathe” by Michelle Branch probably 8 times. And the song could not have been more perfect. “I’ve been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain.” (It was pouring.) “You say I’ve been driving you crazy, and it’s keeping you away. So just give me one good reason, tell me why I should stay. Because I don’t wanna waste another moment saying things we never meant to say. And I take it just a little bit, I hold my breath and count to ten. I’ve been waiting for a chance to let you in.”

Tonight was really interesting. I was in the emergency room, actually. And the nurse insisted that I put on a gown, but I told her it wasn’t necessary. She told me that she understood that it seemed silly, but that I still needed to put it on. And I told her I wasn’t doing it, that there was absolutely no reason for it, and then the doctor came in and told us that I didn’t need to wear a gown for any reason. She put it down and walked out. And I felt like such a bitch for a few seconds. But then I decided it didn’t matter, because I was a bitch who wasn’t wearing a hospital gown for no reason. Another nurse came in. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?” she asked. “There’s good news?” I replied. “Yeah, honey. You’re not pregnant.” I didn’t know what to say haha. Because why I was there had absolutely nothing to do with that. And I was instantly glad that she wasn’t the nurse before. Because if I was her, I would’ve told me that I was pregnant. And then laughed and said something like “Cooperate next time, bitch.” I don’t know what I’m talking about.