I'm unhappy with my current job situation. I won't get into the details, but it's a source of much distress for me lately.
I have two packages that are already so late in getting out of my home and into friends hands that I'm completely embarrassed for myself. They're still not done, and I don't know if I'll be able to finish them tonight and get them out tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I won't.
My apartment is a wreck. I don't feel as though I have the energy to tackle any of it right now.
I'm supposed to go out with friends tonight. I had been looking forward to it. It ain't gonna happen.
I'm skimming my friends pages, even those writers whose nourishing, thought-provoking posts I await with breathless anticipation. I'm not commenting on anything, even though many of the 100 posts I skimmed/read spoke to me.
I'm usually genuinely quite happy. More well-adjusted than a younger version of myself ever thought I could be. Finally accepting that adjectives like: smart, talented, responsible, adventurous, loved and loving, could actually apply to me.
But not today.
Today, I feel so alone. I just want someone to wrap me in a warm blanket, bring my some cocoa, and tell me everything's going to be OK. And maybe bring me some kleenex; I seem to be crying for some reason.
I just want to go home. And I don't know where that is.