Cannot sleep. I laid down, thought of you...of you hiding your face from me...and I got back up again.

I could cry, could wish, could try to sort it out....but the house needs to be cleaned, and the others are only a waste of time. I don't think that I am ugly....but honestly, if I am, there isn't a whole lot that I can do about that, either...and the house still needs to be cleaned.