"...and an ache in my gut the size of Texas."

What can I do about this? I don't understand. I'm tossing and turning in bed, holding myself, then releasing myself, then smothering my face on my pillow, then tossing and turning some more.

And the only thing I'm thinking about to make myself feel better is continue my Lizzie Mcguire marathon.

I think I need someone. I need someone to say something right to me. It's ok to need someone, right? Because yes, I need someone.