I feel terrible. I can't help but feel like I've done a piss poor job today. I don't want to justify it by how tired I am or how much I've been working. There is no excuse.
I keep thinking about how I can obtain some normalcy in my life, and I can't imagine anything. I see vague images of a colorful home and I know it was once mine, but I don't even know if it really existed anymore. Logically, I know that what I'm seeing are my memories of what my house used to look like, and I know that it won't be that long before I'm able to return to something similar.
but I can't shake this feeling.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go mope around until I can go home. Maybe I'll feel better once I get a full nights sleep.
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