I feel really alone at the moment... and theres nothing really to do about it but roll over until the urge passes.
I feel bombarded. Things I need to do, things that need to be done. I almost said things that I want to do but really all I want to do at the moment is crawl up into a ball.
The weekend was good, that isn't a component in my distress. I'm for the most part fully recovered from it but I'm sure there are aspects of that contributing.
I describe it as fear when in reality there isn't much that I am afraid of. Concerned? Not strong enough of a word. I should probably just write it off as neurotic- which is fine.
I think it's one of those moments where trying to find the right path has made everything appear contorted like trying to find the right font for a word does when you go through them all... the word doesn't look right after a while and for the moment neither do my objectives.