So I am at one of the lowest points in my life in years. On a positive note I am not homeless or destitute. But, as I continue to wallow in self pity and bouts of tears I just need things to not go any more wrong. I need things to at the very least stay the same just for a bit longer until I have some time to breathe.
Anyways, this is how I'm feeling mixed in with extreme raging & the occaisional hysterical laugh. And, when I got home from work just now - which is 10 p.m. by the by! - I went to turn on my living room lamp and poof! The light bulb is out. So, I thought I should share this particularly sad and pathetic moment. A symbolic manifestation of my soul, so to dramatically speak. And, really when I am going to be able to get to the store for a new light bulb? I'm also out of cat litter.
The recent history of Jenclyde World.
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