My eyes are sore from crying. I hope that was the lowest point of the tornando-like depression that has set on me this week. That one blog I read was right, it's not about finding happiness, it's about being one feeling higher than you were before. I went from devastatingly embarrassed to miserable guilt to utter self loathing up to... uh... well. At least someone doesn't hold it against me. I don't feel worthless... I still don't feel valuable still and I'm still tormented by my own selfish cycle of pride but I don't feel worthless anymore.
It's like going on a picnic when it gets up to 30 degrees. You'll take what you can get.
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