I wrote up my letter of resignation. In it I poured all my frustrations and angst about what's going on at my job right now. It makes me feel better...

Well, I'm feeling better today. I kinda pushed myself into feeling better, so for right now I am, although I'm pretty exhausted and my stomach's being weird. Anyway. Moving along.

I know it seems like I do nothing but bitch here. I don't care. I don't think that anyone I know can even find this blog, so this is where I want to write my deepest frustrations.

I think the end of the world is growing nearer.

You can feel it in the air.

Everyone can.

I hope this finds you well.

Some days I feel like I'm too dependent on my "support system."

Some days I feel like the world is letting me down.

Some days I want to run away.

It's really crazy when I know that I'm not even doing badly, but I'm still afraid that I am.

You know, I realize I'm supposed to sleep and all that, and I know I have gotten into a good routine with the whole sleep thing, but last night it just really wasn't possible.