Comfort is a mystery crawling out of my own skin.

Last night was an awful night. I feel asleep around 1 a.m., and awoke at 2 a.m. shivering and in a cold sweat. I was awake from then until 8 a.m. feeling really sick. I called out of work, and finally slept from 8 a.m. until 1:30 p.m. My sleep schedule is really fucked up now, because I haven't been awake all too long, so it doesn't feel as late as it should.

I spent the rest of my afternoon/evening on the phone with my love, discussing important and not so important things. Very relaxing.

I don't even know how I feel about things right now. There's so much thats good going for me, and at the same time, I'm dreading so much. I want to run away from it all, but it's not something to run away from. The world is a fucking discusting place.

It's finally 2008, the year I've been looking forward to for I don't know how long. Graduation, turning 18, college, relationships, tattoos & piercings, staying clean, becoming more independent, freedom, new friends. There's just so much in store for me. Sure, the real world is going to be shit, but I need to face it sometime. I don't view the upcoming years as free and easy like most people do. Most imagine themselves out of their parent's houses and doing what they please, but I don't see it that way. I know there are going to be a lot of bumps and struggles with growing into an adult, but I'm ready to face them as long as I've someone special by my side to help me out sometimes. It's all that really matters. None of these struggles are going to kill me, no matter how bad they seem at the time. I'll end up pulling out of them eventually, things always get better.

I can't wait until they do.