It's 4am and I have to leave in 5 hours. I can't sleep and my lower back is as usual killing me. I'm starting to obsess over my bad luck in romance (it's time to take a break from analyzing terrorism). I have such bad love and car karma (although that has been improved). I can't actually cry so I'm fake crying. Sometimes whining out loud in private helps. Some people are always mad at me. Why is Mars always mad at me. 😢😢😢😪😪😭😭