dark-eyed and morose.
I've been so terribly, terribly moody. Which only exasperates the situation. I guess I'm in a kind of state of mourning. Now that I'm finished with my comic, a serious chapter has ended in my life. I feel sort of groundless and ineffectual.
Perhaps my visit home will lift my spirits?
Doubtful, but I'm not feeling the usual stress that Lawrence usually conjures for me. True, I did burst into tears at the thought of phoning my mother (where the hell that came from, I'm still trying to sort out), but I'm not worried about dealing with any ghosts from my past. Perhaps I've been able to provide them with a proper burial?
Maybe I'll focus on that. That seems to make me pleased.
Perhaps my visit home will lift my spirits?
Doubtful, but I'm not feeling the usual stress that Lawrence usually conjures for me. True, I did burst into tears at the thought of phoning my mother (where the hell that came from, I'm still trying to sort out), but I'm not worried about dealing with any ghosts from my past. Perhaps I've been able to provide them with a proper burial?
Maybe I'll focus on that. That seems to make me pleased.