Bad Night

It's 1:40 a.m. I can't sleep. I did, however, cry for an hour while laying in bed. So sad, I know. I knew I would cry inevitably, so I got up and am now sitting in the living room watching Women's Ninja Warrior and typing this. Roxie, the dog, had a hard time making herself come in here with me. She really wanted to stay in bed and went back there for a few minutes to see if that would entice me to return. When she realized I wasn't coming, she returned to me and is now at my side. Sweet dog, long sentence.

I have turned into a sad person. I still have the old happiness sometimes, but generally, I feel sad. I feel abandoned and left behind, but worst of all, I feel hopeless. I know I shouldn't feel that way, but I do. Tomorrow, someone will tell me I can't let him get me down. I don't want to feel this way, nevertheless, I do.

I'm stalled.