I got back from London at 6 this morning. Didn't sleep the entire 13 hours. Haven't slept yet. Haven't showered, eaten, drunk, peed. I changed and tried to sleep for a bit but it just won't come. I can't rest my mind. I've gone numb, nothing seems to work and I don't seem to care about anything. Nothing'll move on either until Rob calls. I don't want to leave my room incase I miss the call.

It's all up shit creek without a paddle. But lets not get into boring things like that. I don't want to explain. Don't ask me about it. It's just rubbish. It's just complete crap...

In other news I've been advertising Yeasayer on the BC boards. I know none of you guys are into that anymore so I won't post the link, but lets just say he's doing quite well I think. (:

This Rob thing has killed me, I've completely lost all motivation for everything. All I'm doing is waiting. I want to stop writing this journal so I can wait. I've been waiting for three days. I'm tired of this physical and mental tenseness. Waiting, waiting, waiting... Nothing to take my mind off... I'd do art but my heart wouldn't be in it and I'd just end up doing some rubbish job..

I don't know what to do.

I need him to call so I can move on.

It's all up shit creek...