This is so fucking depressing. I know it will pass. But it seems like the bad times are outweighing the good. Or at least the Not Miserable Times.
There's a constant lump in my throat. I always think it will feel better if I let it out a little. But it never does.
Chicago in two weeks. Conference in three weeks. Cousins visiting cousins this weekend. I hope I don't sound miserable while I'm with them. I also hope their cousins will be more welcoming to me.
Am I a baby that I can't deal with not having people around? It's not like I need it every day. Just once in a while. Once or twice a week.