I'm having a really rough time right now. I put everything I had into getting my life together, only to get paid back with a setback that makes all of my efforts look like a joke. If right now I feel like someone has taken a knife and sliced an aching void into me, I'm scared to think how I'll feel when the funeral is over and everything is put to rest.
Awe, sounds tough. I hope things go well.
I'm just plain ol' exsausted this evening. That comes with working all day, playing the chess game of life with malicious adults and having a belly full of West Coast Salmon with creamy dill sauce =p