I'm kinda feeling barfy this morning.

Well...every morning for the past week, I've woken up and dry heaved into the sink. Today I actually threw up and it oddly made me feel a little better.

Yeah, so I think that it's better for me to dial things back a bit, 'cause I feel like I'm a little too open and honest and blabbermouth-like when it comes to things in my life. It gets embarrassing when things don't work out.

*sigh*

I don't know.

When JM called last night, I just didn't feel like getting into anything and I was sort of distracted when she was telling me about how she'd finally met her boyfriend's mother.

I should be happy for her, right?

Then how come all I feel is nothing (except the urge to barf all the time)?

You want to know what the weirdest thing is? It's not like I feel depressed and unhappy. I just feel like...nothing.

It's a weird state to be in.

I mean, I haven't even had anything to bitch and moan about in my other journal...and usually, I always have something to bitch and moan about.

I was listening to this song the other night --- I'm almost embarrassed to mention it, but it was from that Canadian Idol winner, Melissa O'Neill, and it was her first single.

I actually found myself listening to it and thinking, "Yeah. She makes sense. You've just got to put yourself out there, 'cause even if you fall down, at least you'll know you tried."

I don't know.

Maybe I'm seriously cracking up.