The Crying Scene

That's where i've been today. I am damn weepy. Oh well.

The finances are in trouble. I hope I can keep the apartment. I screwed up good. I meet with the financial counselor next week.

My family is crazy. I am getting more and more freaked about the surgery.

New boy has vanished. I don't think I'm going to hear from him ever again.

Work is bad. I can't deal with people bitching at me all the time anymore.

I'm blotchy.

I need a vacation.

Other than that - I'm coping pretty well. Seriously. I knew I was going to lose it at work today and decided to call the EAP instead. The phone therapist told me that I need to do some boundary setting.

No shit. That's why I was calling.

Maybe I should go on Zoloft again - however I couldn't put 5 days of allergy meds on my debit card - so I don't know what the hell i'm going to do.

Blah.