next time don't ask me how i'm doing
And THE hugest anxiety pit is taking up some serious real estate in my stomach. I felt it expanding throughout the day and by 4:30 PM, I was pretty close to freaking out. After 7 hours in the "office" with no windows, no circulating air and nearly a dozen people - I had had enough.
I left only to endure perhaps the shittiest bus trip home. Ever. Crammed between two burly guys, I sat at the back of the bus - poaching myself in hate. Very unhealthy. I haven't been in a mood this black for quite a while. All this makes me feel very lonely and verrrrry sorry for myself, indeed.
And so I'm going to try to sleep it off. Since I've nothing nice to say, I will do like mother always said and shut the fuck up. No, she never ever said that, but it felt right put that in there.
I hate sleeping alone. But I do enjoy stretching out. I hate that I just went and found a silver-plated lining to the whole sleeping alone unpleasantness. Let the resignation begin.
I pity the fool who crosses my path before this little black ache works itself out.
Labels: pity party