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So, once again I've come to a point where life gets to be too much. I'm overwhelmed with annoyances, drama and sudden bad news that grips the heart you thought you had gotten rid of and tugs on it. I've cried more in the past week than I have in years, and I fear that my eyes will forever be red and puffy. I'm tempted to take down all the mirrors in the house so that I don't have to look at my hideous emotion-filled eyes.

I've no more tears left to cry at this time. My sadness has turned to rage. I could explain; I could explain in great detail, but I won't. To spare you from my emotional idiosyncrasies. I would hate for my state of mind to spill over and affect everyone around me. Especially when I'm so dependant on the familiar thoughts and feelings of others to pull me out of this peculiar state, back to my regular cold, cynical self.

I just feel so out of place. I feel like a stranger in my own skin. I haven't felt like this since my beloved took his own life. I'm anxious to see how my state of being worsens as the 2nd anniversary of his death draws closer and closer.

I have nothing else to say at this point except that I wish I could just crawl into some cold shell of nonexistance and quickly be forgotten.

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