warning. this is going to be depressing.
the title just says it all.. i just feel that nothing is easy for me this past few months.. work is just the pits. or the shit. the bad shit. or whatever you want to call it. i feel like i'm crawling on my knees.. i've got a work request that i'm still working on and the deadline for that one was two weeks ago. i don't even want to think about the estimate for that. (400% more? The shit.)
going home alone is hmmm... lonely. no other word for it. i just miss Raymond so much. but nothing beats going home to your parents' house, it's so..teenage-ish.
Raymond's Uncle died this week. His funeral is this Sunday.
My husband lives technically only 3 hours away but i can't see him. well, at least before the end of next month. Thinking about him makes it hard to breathe, so what is the solution? I try not thinking of him, which is just, impossible.
But you know what's more depressing? It's the fact that my complaints are so damn petty. That when I tell these to people, they'll just say, "You are being a brat. You don't know how lucky you are." which is of course, very true and that just depresses me more. Compared to World Hunger, my problems would probably earn me a beating if I had the nerve to share my 'sad' story to anyone. That's why I did this on the blog. It's not as if you could physically slap me here. Even music depresses me. I downloaded every single song in the 5 The OC mix albums and it did me no good. Maybe because it's so emo, i hate emo.
One big *sigh*. I just want my husband.. *insert wailing here*