This last week has been really rough. It made me homesick. The most I’ve been since I’ve been stuck here, all year.
I’ve dug a hole bigger than myself, and now I’m trapped. I want to get out of this place!
I was fortunate enough to have my parents come pick me up Sabbath afternoon, take me out for lunch and then walk around Riverfront Park. It was a great day, but it ended too soon and I dreaded coming back.
It’s gross, gloomy, and grimy in this scary, dark, depressing place.
I don’t want to be here today. I hate the attitude I have. I want to enjoy every second of life but I can’t force myself out of this rut I’ve found myself stuck in.
I’m a mess. Dirty, sticky, tired, lonely… sick.
I just want to go home.