I have a major case of the Sunday night sads. Why is it that on Sundays even the smallest tasks seem totally insurmountable?
This is pretty much the standard for me on Sunday evenings, but after finding out yesterday that a friend from grade school/high school passed away after his five-year long battle with leukemia, I have done nothing but sit on the couch and go back and forth between sad and mad. More on that later, but I'm typing this on my phone and need a couple days to sort my thoughts out before I go off and make a blanket statement that I'm angry at God. But, yeah.
Tomorrow is a new day, but I hate starting the new week with such a heavy heart and so much on my mind.
I also hate that this blog seems to have turned into a Debbie Downer Diary, but it always helps to get things off my chest here. Something about knowing that I'm not the only one who feels like a wandering soul is comforting.