I'm going to sleep at a friend's house tonight because I'm just a wreck and unable to sleep alone right now. I've gotten about 12 hours sleep total since Monday, every little thing is making me anxious now. She volunteered to let me stay over a few times a week until I can get things together. I hope I don't start screaming or hitting her in the middle of a terror.

I told the Boy I'm a mess, normally I wouldn't say anything but my filters are dead right now. Such a sweetheart about it, he hugged me close and said he hopes I can sleep tonight. I'm now reassured he doesn't hate me or think I'm creepy. Maybe someday he'll offer to watch out for me while I sleep.

That half a pound is still holding on but as long as I don't gain I am relatively ok with it for now.