I try to make my posts as structured as possible now, which is probably why I don't point hardly anymore because I start something and then don't finish it because it isn't good enough. I don't have anything of any importance to say- I really just gotta get stuff off of my chest. I don't have any good moral at the end, I don't have anything pleasant or funny to say either.
I guess that's the problem, I've lost it. Whatever it was that I had to begin with, its gone- like Mr. Clean's hair. I feel kind of like a shell walking around- like a zombie. I have nothing to look forward to anymore. I wake up in the morning dreading going to school and being alone most of the day, then I dread going to New River and REALLY being alone. Then I dread going to work, because there are just other things I would rather do. Then I go home, and it all starts all over again. I used to look forward to seeing Carolyn at church- I don't see Carolyn at church. I used to look forward to seeing everyone at school, I don't see anyone at school anymore. I dread going to church now. In fact, right now I hate Sundays. I've never been a very optimistic person- I can tell someone else they should be and I can give them reasons why, but I am not one of them myself. It kills me to see people being like I am. I would hurt me greatly to see someone in the state that I am in right now. I kind of wonder if people see it. Someone told me I was good at hiding it. I don't feel like I am- but then I feel like people don't see it, but I'm not hiding it. But my point in that was, at this point I don't see anything good. I know that's bad, I know it shouldn't be that way. But its the truth. And
I probably should be. Why would someone want to know about all this crap? They don't. They ask "how ya doin?" and I usually dodge the question because I know they don't care or really want to know. Sometimes I say "good" out of habit, but then think "Sarah, you just totally lied... but it doesn't matter because it wasn't really a question." And its not. You hardly EVER ask that question as a question- its a greeting and the correct and proper response is "good." To actually say how you are doing is not supposed to happen.
I'm not prone to asking God why- because there is no point in knowing. If you knew, what would you do with that information? Nothing. But right now I find myself asking "why now?" Why did all of this have to happen NOW. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I wasn't supposed to lose everyone all within three months. I can ask why all I want to, but I don't want to know why. I wish things were the way they used to be. I wish I could go back and somehow stop all of it from happening. I wish for a lot of things actually- but wishing never got anyone anywhere.
I feel so irrational about everything. I don't want to do anything, nothing I used to like appeals to me. Yeah, I still like things, but I never feel like doing them. Like I said, I feel like a shell- there's nothing going on inside....