The sad is engulfing me. I’m stressed out and overworked and everything has me set on edge. I’ve been teetering on the edge of a cold for what seems like forever now. I want to sleep. I don’t want to talk to a damn soul. But yet I’m so fucking lonely. But no one can help.
My eyes welled with tears during my commute home today. Yesterday I was so zoned out that I nearly slammed into another car while pulling into my alleyway. I’m still having nightmares – last night, I was being molested in my dreams.
I want to say that I’m just going through (yet another) rough patch.
Da Hubz and I bought a plant about a week and a half ago. I named her Hazel. I think she’s dying. She’s very droopy. I’m more upset about this than I probably should be. I feel like a failure…even moreso than usual.