I haven't been myself this week, which is understandable - all things considered. I've cried enough for one fucking week to last me the next several years. I do appreciate everyone's e-sympathies, but I'm not pandering for more, hence the commenting turned off. I know that all this, too, shall pass. I just feel so listless and I'm tired of feeling this way, but I haven't found a way out of this funk yet. I kept a brave face for family and friends so I could get through what should've been a completely blissfull weekend all the way around. It's hard to revel in the happiness of other people's lives when you feel like you're in the midst of your own personal little shit storm. So it's easier to disconnect a little rather than rain on everyone's parade. Now I'm on the road and alone again, left to wallow in my own thoughts for hours on end and for days at a time. Right now, it's the last place I want to be.