Just Breathing

It's been an interesting week. I am thinking I must be going through some sort of crisis. I am not mid or quarter so I haven't a clue what is going on with me. I am utterly lost. I feel like I am free falling and grasping at anything I see. I am spiraling out of control. I wish I had someone that I could just be honest. I miss real friendships that were raw and honest. I mean I love my friends but there is always one reason or another that I can't just say what I mean, act on how I feel. I am contantly questioning my reactions and feeling about things, in case they need to be sensored. Its rather pathetic.

I have one hour left before I get to go home. I am finishing up a book and ready to move onto a new one. I am ready for a nap and some dinner. Still trying to decided what to eat but I am sure I will come up with something. Someone is coughing up a storm in the Fitness Center, with all the sickness going around I have to wonder why the fuck people do not stay the fuck home. If I take this crap home with me to my sick mother, it is going to be very very bad. What is wrong with people? Ugh. This day could not be over fast enough for me.

Oh well. I thought venting would help. But I really just miss having a good friend that I can be myself with.


Oh well.