it's too early in the morning.

It is 3 am. I have just had some sort of bad dream. I feel like I've been crying for hours, but I can't remember it. I probably won't be going back to sleep until the dull, cold trendrils of ache wrapped around the bit where my heart should be fade away. I think today might be one of those days again. Feels about right, haven't had one for a while now. I'm going to go lie down until the sobbing dies down so I don't feel like a blubbery, wretched little wuss. This is probably happening because the damned anti-depressants aren't doing their job. Stupid pussified pills.