I need a pensieve. Now.

They keep coming, you see. Mile a minute. Continuously. Unwaveringly. And I can't stop them. Not today. The least thing sets me off. And then I go over things. Of the past. And my hopes for the future. Ludicrous stuff really. I'm scared and anxious and elated and worried and reassured at the same time.

And the worst is the talking. Open mouth and insert foot, babe. I just HAVE to express an opinion about everything. I swear to myself every single day that I won't talk, I'll just keep on listening, I won't push my opinions down someone else's throat, be less opinionated, etc. etc. I still can't do it. Nothing helps. I have a sneaking suspicion that I really was insufferable this afternoon, and they're not going to put up with me any longer. I can't sleep. I have no appetite.(which may be a good thing) My head's aching fit to burst, and I'm so tired I just want to close my eyes and sleep. But sound sleep still eludes me. I don't know what to do.