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Good afternoon/evening/morning, Gaia. It's time for another update and I have an important notice for you crowd. Couch goblins. They exist. Where do they exist? On your couch. That's right--goblins on your couch. Now, why am I talking about couch goblins? Because I've practically turned into one myself. And I don't know why.

It's just so weird. I can't really go into my room without having a panic attack, I can't sleep in my own bed without hyperventilating, I can't think of sleeping without feeling my heart plummet into my stomach. So I curl up on the couch for the night while the rest of the world sleeps, watching reruns of Scrubs and trying to persuade myself there's nothing wrong with me, that if I sleep I'll be okay. But then I can't sleep. I'm on the verge of tears all the frickin' time now, and I don't know why. I guess it's the pain. Yes, I'm in extreme pain. Extreme--worse than I've ever felt. Because something has gotten into my head to plant these strange thoughts in my head, I have something pressing on each side of my head all the time. Literally. Like a cinder block is sitting on top of my head and someone is pressing into it with all their strength. Then my temples start pulsing, twitching, creating a thick crown of pain all around my head. And then the back half of my head just drags; it's a weird feeling that's hard to explain. All of it hurts. Really bad.

This morning I asked my mom to make a frickin' doctors appointment. That's a weird thing for Olive to ask, since she hates doctors. But, eventually, I'll be going to the doctors for this problem if it doesn't clear up soon. I've been trying hard not to think but that just increases the pain, except everytime I think I get the wrong things. I hate sleeping, especially in my bed.

When I can stand lying in my bed, and I close my eyes, things spin incredibly fast. It's like falling, or plummeting actually, in a bottomless pit. But you were thrown down, so you're spinning like mad. Now, I know a falling feeling is normal in sleep, and I've gotten it plenty of times before, but it's never been so bad. And after this falling sensation, I start hyperventilating and shaking like a Chiuaua in a blizzard, and then end up downstairs where I can find myself sleeping when my parents start getting up and the sun is rising. Because all this only really happens at night. I just don't understand what the problem is, but I'd like to find a sympton sheet of a brain tumor--ha! Hence the reason Olive wants to see a doctor. But she also wants to see a person, a person she doesn't talk to anymore 'cause that someone is so busy. But I suppose that doesn't matter right now. Or anymore.

Anyways, I suppose that's all I have to say. Just warning you about the couch goblins... guard your couches D: