And not do this week.
I don't want to pack and move things. I don't want to work. I want to have a woe is me week. I want to curl up in a ball and watch movies with Chelsey while our stuff gets packed and moved for us. I want to spend time with people without feeling like, "Oh...this is an almost goodbye." And at the same time, I just want to be home. I just want to be moved.
Which just makes the kind of nonsense I like the best.
So, aside from crying all the time. Aside from trying to move with a sprained ankle. Aside from the weariness. I'm just sad. It's not a horrible sad, and this post is kinda whiney. But, I just am. I am sad and extremely exhausted.
Good thing, in the back of my head and deep in my heart there is the knowledge that I am not how I feel right now, and that it will be all right.
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