Sunday blues.

Yep. It's Sunday. And I'm feeling lower than the floor and the foundation the house is sitting on. Just peachy.

I'm worried about the meeting I'm having tomorrow. It's probably gonna go straight to hell, or at least that's how it feels. I know not everything goes bad, I just can't expect something to go well for me. I'm still stuck in this apartment from hell that isn't even my home. But I'm getting really desperate to get out. The problem is I think I'm holding my self back. Shouldn't do that.

In a little more than a week, I'll be going up to visit my family. Can't even describe just how much I miss them right now. I'm feeling so god damn lonely here. I know I have friends but, well I can't describe it. I just don't believe that they really want to be friends and/or social with me. And everyone is so friggin happy. At least 4 ppl have recently found a bf or gf. I don't want to spoil the mood.

If I had any money to spare I'd go buy some comfort candy. Yep, it's a bad idea. Good thing I can't do it.