I'm doing the opposite of coping. I'm forgetting things, not paying a lot of attention to the things I am doing and doing them wrong. I spent five minutes crying in the bathroom at work yesterday.
I don't want to do anything.
I have rehearsal tonight. I'm sure it will be fine but I'm not ready for it.
A friend's coming to town tomorrow. I'm not interested in telling her what's really going on in my life, but also fed up with hiding everything. I'll just keep hiding. It’s too hard to explain the situation, anyway.
I've got no motivation. I have an interview for another box office position. I don’t want it, but it’s twice as many hours as the community theatre, and if I can fit it in to my schedule, it'd keep me alive. But it would probably screw up any flexibility in my schedule, too, meaning I can't just take off for Canada when I want to.
I need to figure out what I'm doing with my life and if what I'm trying to do is worthwhile.
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