I feel like writing. No, that's a lie... I actually feel like screaming. At the top of my lungs, until my voice gives out. I have so much to say but don't know how to say it without burning more bridges. It feels like I'm trapped inside my head and no matter how hard I try, I can't claw my way out.
I have work. Work keeps me sane. But everything is just falling apart and I'm getting buried under a pile of responsibilities and obligations... I can't seem to make a dent big enough to let me breathe. Even for a minute.
The small things that used to make me happy, that used to bring a smile to my face, a hundred percent guaranteed, now makes sad. And angry and frustrated.
Sometimes I catch myself staring into space. Drifting off somewhere.
Sometimes I wish I could just stay there and never, ever come back.
<3 Many, many hugs! By the way, off the record, I see the new bio on the upper right hand corner...and I must say...we look similar in many ways. But I'll hit 40 before you :/
ReplyDeleteCome scream to me all you want. I'm here <3