Sep 14, 2009 23:55
Coming home is hard.
So is being in a fantastic mood all day. Then crashing. Hard.
And what's worse is I'm not sure what happened.
I know I should get up and go anywhere but here in front of this computer, but I can't seem to do it. I can't force a smile, can't dig up polite conversation.
And I'm so jet-lagged, I couldn't sleep for years.
So I get to sit here alone and wallow. But I can't pinpoint my misery.
I want to be alone. But will someone keep me company?