She's a Fleeting Fox

Do I not wanna sleep because I keep thinking about things or do I not wanna sleep because I'm excited? Tomorrow my roommate of 3 months from college, Diana, is coming to visit me. Here. In Mooresville. I have no idea why anyone would want to visit me at all...but alas she does and I am excited to see her. I actually have not seen her since right after the new year, when classes started again--and she came to move out.

The last time I saw Diana I was with Landon. Fuck him. Fuck all of those times. So, so pointless. 

I texted Vincent earlier to tell him goodnight and that I wish I could've spoken to him. He said that he wants to speak sometime this week and does miss me. He misses me. It's a lie though, I'm sure. He says it to make me feel good inside, to keep me on the hook just a little bit longer, and truly has no romantic feelings towards me.

I cannot help that. 

Who would love a thing like me? 

That sounds depressive. Maybe I meant to be depressive.

I never know any longer.
I wish I did.

I need some answers.