Did someone slip late September into early June somehow? I have crashed. Hard. Completely out of season. And I don’t know how to fix it.

I’m sad.

Really fucking sad.

Crying myself to sleep sad.

Crying while driving sad.

Crying while reading blog posts about happy things sad.

It sucks.

I am not enjoying it.

I can’t figure out how to fix it.

This morning:
He: What’s the matter, you seem really down.
Me: I’m down.
He: You wanna talk about it?
Me: Nope.
He: I have my degree in psychology.
Me: I’m aware.

(and that’s why I had to delete you as my facebook friend, as I’d come into work and you’d fucking psychoanalyze my over night status updates)

I need to fix this. This is the wrong season. And if I have to deal with this nonsense now, and wear myself out now, how the hell will I get through the autumn?

I don’t need you psychoanalyzing me, either. Comments closed.

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