Last night I was crying my eyes out wishing I was at home in my bed with everything in its place and my cats in their usual spots. Instead I was in this new space, not my own, where I'll have to stay for a while until I get my finances in order. I hate being here. I miss my apartment. I'm so far away from work, and friends, and most importantly BF. Sometimes being near him is the only thing that will make me happy and how am I supposed to do that if I'm so far away? Ironically, a few minutes after I began crying last night, BF called just to see how I was doing and if I'd arrived safely. I had thought I was in store for a fit of sobbing to let out the built up emotions, but hearing his voice instantly put a smile on my face.
In addition to being out of my element, I hadn't taken my meds in a few days on account of running out of my prescription. It really sucks when that happens because I get so sensitive and emotional. Any little comment or facial expression someone gives me comes as a threat to my ego. I start to feel like I have so many problems and everyone else has it all together. I just wish I could start over and get it right the 2nd time around.
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