I\'m tired...again

Dear Kitty,          I'm tired again; I haven't been sleeping well. I keep having horrible nightmares, and waking up, having turned halfway around my bed and thrown my duvet off in the process. Most of the nightmares consist of either evil dolls or Adolf Hitler. The dreams of the latter are more about Swing Kids; I can't get that image of Arvid out of my head. It keeps making me cry. So why I insist on listening to swing music, I don't know.           Oh, and I meant to tell you about Josh. Basically, I told you about him on Monday (I think) and he's really nice. But he asked me out on Tuesday! We were having a normal conversation by text, and suddenly I get this text saying 'So, sailor moon, what are you thinking?' and I was just like 'What?'. And then he says 'Do you fancy me?' and I say 'Wow. That's blunt.' and we keep chatting. And then I get another text saying 'So, what's the answer to my question?' and I said 'What question?' and he said 'Do you fancy me, cos I'm sorta hoping you do.' And I was really shocked! And it got completely complicated, and I really can't be bothered to write it at the moment. And then I got really tired, and I had to go and see Mrs Watt about a load of work because I was getting really stressed and tired. And then I got all worried about the whole black hole thing. So I was very worked up.           Fraser and Samson are being prats again. All they ever do is taunt me and make up silly things, and it just annoys me. I know I should just ignore them, and I try to laugh it off, but as soon as I'm alone...I just want to...to...I don't know. Jump out of a window? Get out the old pin or compass? Knife? Throw up? Cry? I don't know. I go and listen to music normally, or I write here, or I make up a story in my head that Fraser runs up behind me and...apologises, really. Or kisses me. I'm happy either way. But I know that my love is forever unrequited.           I'll manage.           Still, I should probably go to sleep now; I know I'll just wake up again.            I'll write again tomorrow after the road.Lots and lots of love,          FranoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxP.S. Still a long time...but was slapping self and rubbing hand hard with ruler in Maths, until Isla looked at me and said 'Don't hurt yourself, Fran', and then proceeded to cheer me up.P.P.S. Did you hear about the viola player who played in tune?         Neither did I.