I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There's a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and utter despair.

Diarrhoea & Despair. A whirlpool of emotions, much? You bet.

I don't know where this is coming from. Others have it worse than me, yet they're able to get up, brush themselves off & move on. Why can't I do that? Why must I be someone who broods over it & go on analysing when I know for sure that it's over & done with? Why am I the person who absorbs the experiences of others and go, "Wow, I wish my life was that way." Why can't I say that I'm grateful for whatever that has happened & mean it?I suppose I just can't stop myself from giving myself feedback. I have got to stop thinking and building structures in my head. I have got to start speaking up, I have got to give myself a bloody break. I feel so alone.

However,
on a happier, lighter, brighter, and more joyful note -

TGIF.