Waiting, again.

I don't know why I'm doing this, but again I'm waiting for Dennis to come online. I'm so fucking tired, but I don't mind. I can't sleep anyway, I'm still fucking worried. I just hope internet will keep working tonight just in case Dennis will come online. Not that that'll happen, though. I bet he doesn't care. I'm sure he doesn't even know how worried I am. If he did, then he should be online by now. I'm sure he doesn't know I can't sleep because of him now. I just hope he doesn't think I broke up with him. I'm so sick of that now, if I'd want to break up with him, then I'd tell him so. Then I'd just break up with him. I'm not the poor girl who is going to wait for her boyfriend to break up with her.
So, now I even re-installed Skype on my phone just in case it was being weird again. And now, I'm just going to lay here, in my bed, waiting for Dennis to come online even though I know he won't come. Oh, I can't sleep anyway.