My emotional rollercoaster decided to plummet and then pretty much stop till I was not feeling anything. Then it took it's characteristic dips and turns.
I feel trapped. Everything I do, seems just to be an escape or release of the pressure. I just want to leave and runaway from it all. Everytime I look up at a bird in the sky, I silently beg it to take me with him. I want to leave.
Anytime I wanted to die, I wanted to leave - not to really die but just to leave myself and my worries behind and just die to me. Dancing, I am not Caitlin anymore, I've left. Writing, singing, searching, dreaming, asking questions - I've left.
Yet it never satisfies me because I haven't really left, only taken a vacation. But i do, I want to leave so bad and I don't really understand it.
I have been sleeping more than usual and have been starving for a good part of the day but haven't ever been truly satisfied when I do end up eating. I'm hungry but don't feel like eating . . . if that makes any sense. - not that it matters, I just felt like making a mention of it.
This part is slightly humorous to me. I think I have found the best way ever to deal with stress. Go to sleep. I might not feel too much better when I wake up but at least I am not getting overwhelmed by the problem. And anyways., sometimes you wake up refreshed and ready to take on the task at hand. *shrugs* it's better than some other methods I've used.
I'm going to hit the rack early tonight. I don't what I'll do tomarrow. Oh well. Mufua. |