Been in a complete funk for the last week.
Has it been a week already? Time is blending together and rushing right along. All I’ve accomplished in the last week is a couple of bike rides, getting incredibly well-rested, catching up on Lost, and spending quality time with my man. Sounds great, but I feel incredibly unproductive. I’m too depressed to even venture outside. Plans are being canceled left and right. I have zero desire to hang out with anyone but John. I’m sad and want no one to see and have no energy for social interactions anyway.
I just want my fucking job back. And I want to stop waking up at 5:30 every day with my mind and body ready for work. Where do I go from here after my career path had been so clear since moving here? I’ve been pushed off a precipice without warning. They left me high and dry. Fuck them, but fuck me for being so stupid as to count on them.
