I need to go for a drive in the country and blast music and sing until I'm hoarse. I need to lie down in the sun and read fiction for hours. I need to make a necklace and unstring it and make it again. I need, essentially, to lose myself in something.
I'm afraid that if I lie down and cry, I will not be able to get back up. probably irrational, but I'm a little lost for hope at the moment.
(backstory, my dog probably isn't going to make it until I go home on the 30th, and I'm not feeling too good about job prospects in Rochester)
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