Hope. Deliberate. And insulting. Repulsive too.
Had a depressing night. Now a very depressing morning. And presumably a very very depressing day ahead.
I couldn't cry this one out. My ego won't let me.
Why is this even getting to me anyway?
*sigh*
I wonder if depression comes as a side effect of surgery?
That weak feeling in your tummy shooting up to the heart. Weak. It doesn't help that all the sad and depressing things that have been running through your mind manages to magnetize themselves together and make its way out, choosing the perfect time to emerge. To top that, a whole week off to contemplate on the always-so-difficult journey called life and to be depressed. Yeay.
I don't need another week off. I need to be doing something. I need some distraction.
I don't want to do the sit-alone-and-eat-a-whole-tub-of-ice-cream-while-crying-in-front-of-the-tv again.
