I really couldn't tell you what is wrong with me. It defies explanation. I can describe the symptoms, tell you what I don't want to do and what I do what to do, but finding a word, or ten, to help you understand what I feel is impossible.
What I can tell you is that I just want to be at home. I have to force myself out of my apartment, so you can understand how my work is suffering. I usually enjoy my job. Now I can't focus and just count the hours until I can go home. You can also imagine how I have little passion for finding a house.
I don't understand how people live like this. I'm not saying I'm the only one to ever feel this way, and I know that many people feel worse than I do. I don't mean to whine, and I do feel like I'm whining. But I just want to feel better and don't see how I ever will. Spring usually helps, but it's gorgeous outside and I just feel wretched.
If anyone has any suggestions for coping with this feeling, feel free to share. Chocolate doesn't even help, how awful is that?
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