Hugs- I need them

[sroni]

I need a hug. Badly.

I found out that the son of good friends of mine died. I'm just kind of shellshocked. He was an autistic teenager. He fell asleep and just didn't wake up the next morning.

I don't understand.

My emotions have been haywire all day. I'll be laughing and then crying and then laughing again. Little things set me off. I started crying because I don't have a kitty. Luckily, Squirreltail knows that I'm not really crying because I don't have a kitty- I just need to cry, and my brain is choosing really random reasons to let me cry.

So. Yeah. Pray for my friends. Pray.

But can I have some hugs?

Comments

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

Sleep is good -- and taking it one day at a time is often the only way to take it.

[sroni.livejournal.com]

Sleep is good. Now I'm reading fanfiction and NOT sleeping because I saw a spider on my bed and I can't seem to convince myself that it won't come back and bite me while I sleep.

I didn't like spiders before, but ever since the Spider Bite From Hell, I've been phobic of them. Squirreltail tried to tell me that "It's more scared of you than you are of it" to which my response was "Bullshit. I'm flipping terrified of it. Phobia- an irrational and uncontrollable fear. If I could think rationally about it, or control my fear, it wouldn't be a phobia, now would it?"

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

Spiders are bad. If I saw one on my bed I've have bought enough poison to kill off every bug in a 50 square mile area.

[sroni.livejournal.com]

It got worse- a spider climbed ON me. I promptly grabbed my stuff and slept in Squirreltail's room while he was at work.