So I was in Atlanta this weekend. It was grand. I’d love to tell you about it.

But I’m surely the most miserable person on earth right now.

My best friend is still in Atl.
I am not.

My daddy is still in Atl.
I am not.

I never go out here. I know no one but my co-workers. All my friends are hundreds of miles away. I feel so isolated from everything and everyone I know and love.

Everytime I have to leave Psuedo it gets harder. Hate knowing how good we are together but circumstances are keeping us apart. I know that soon the time is gonna come where we’re gonna have to make some hard choices, but I don’t want to face that right now. Don’t feel like I can handle being that adult at this moment.

I don’t feel like I can handle anything. I feel like I’m coming apart. And I don’t know why.

Please comiserate. I can’t handle you telling me how pitiful and sad I’m being.

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