I Put My Money Where My Mouth Was...
As usual, I guess, I'm coming to you when I'm uber depressed. Still on a long trip that I'm anxious to be home from now. And on one hand I'll be happy to get back to work, too, but on the other I think I'll hate it all the more. I'm just really dissatisfied with life right now. But I don't really know what I want, either. Not being half the country away from my boyfriend would help... though, even then.... it's a fucking weekend. I just had a really mostly rotten day yesterday and then there was no where to go to talk when I did get some sanity... but that was resolved, I just sat outside in the fog and cold air. And it was all downhill from there, I guess. At least when I came back in our twelve-year-old not-really-cousin that we're forced to pretty much babysit was gone so I could cry myself to sleep in mostly peace, or whatever, as long as I didn't wake either of my sisters up that I'm sharing a room with.
Basically I'm just uber stressed and wanting to be home really badly.
Basically I'm just uber stressed and wanting to be home really badly.