I got through the day, just watching TV with my hubby and trying to relax, but that coil of tension in my abdomen hurts, and i know i have to go back tomorrow, when all i wanna do is sleep and stare at the wall. sometimes i really wonder what the point of everything is, not in a suicidal way or anything, just the sheer crashing pointlessness of doing the same thing everyday to get money to pay bills and buy useless crap when nothing makes me happy anyway so it all seems like some kind of hideous unbreakable cycle of crap... ive always wanted to be in the profession that im in but achieving my dreams just seemed to underline the fact that Im still not even close to feeling better. whats the point of wanting something if you get it and everything is still ****?
sorry, bit of a rant, im gonna take a bath and try and just breathe and chill.
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