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May 31, 2007 09:50

I was considering copying and pasting last night's email to my youth group, but it's so forced and stilted I can't bear it.

Everything hurts. I don't know why I'm so upset. I didn't even know Mrs. Harris that well -- she was never my teacher and I only ever saw her once or twice in the past two years, but every time I saw her, she was wonderful and welcoming and...

Our chaplain's wife died the night before last. She was a teacher at our primary school (my school was huge -- kindy to year 12) so going to work is going to be hell and I don't want to cope with it. So I'm going to school beforehand and hopefully that will help me get used to it before I have to be a big girl and grown up about it all.
Did not have a good night's sleep last night.

Sorry for huge depressive stage.
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