Weary Eyed and Oily Faced

I guess it's my turn to have insomnia again. I didn't sleep till' like 5am or 6am last night... And I'm pretty sure I won't be able to sleep tonight. The best sleep I've had recently was when I dated Diego. And also...when I got back from Iceland for a few days. But it's been shit since. Acne probably popping up b/c of this sleeping schedule too. And stress... and depression a bit? Stress is from work and trying to find an apartment. I've been constantly searching for affordable apartments and meeting with offices and owners for the last week. It's been kind of overwhelming for some reason. Depression is from what else, Diego. But I'm starting to realize it's more from just being unhappy in Houston and the dread of Optometry School. Usually, a social niche that I fit in well with or a significant other motivates me to do well in academics. Without either, I'm very very afraid of what's to come. I need a support group in a way I guess? An outlet that's non-related to the people of optometry. But I won't have it I feel like. Every friend I have here is in the friggin' health field. This is not good for me. It really isn't. I might go insane. I already am! Oh New York days, I miss thee. I miss the people. I miss having a guy too.

I haven't heard from Diego in two weeks. I guess we really aren't trying anything at all anymore. I still have some of his stuff like a Cambridge University hoodie, some music cds, and a chocolate bar in the form of a remote control. Should I return them? I know the answer is no. But I'm almost as rash as Jon was.

I wear the hoodie still because it's the most comfortable hoodie I've ever worn and it's navy, my favorite color. I listen to the cds because we like the same music: Modest Mouse, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Beck, and some others. I ate 1/8 of the chocolate bar because it is a gourmet bar made of the most delicious milk chocolate I've ever tasted. Yum. I feel like I'm going to return half a can of beans to him... haha.