Well, I am now on my 44th hour without sleep -- getting used to this perpetual state of affairs, sad as it is. Today and tonight were really rough on me -- had a horrific day at work and just feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. At numerous points in the day/night, I wanted to throw my hands in the air and just give up. I feel beaten down and just want to concede -- not just from work, but from life in general (not that I will give up, b.c it's not in my nature to).
Sometimes people really let me down -- I think I'm a fairly nice kid and try to treat people well, so it always disappoints me when people don't reciprocate in kind. Just kind of disheartening.
I sat down tonight and tried to capture exactly how I was feeling -- a lot of emotions came to the forefront, ranging from frustrastration to exhaustion, but there was one thought that stood out....I miss my life.