I hate talking with friends. Lately, anyway. I never have fantastic things to share with them because life has been so complicated and stressful lately. The trip to DC was a departure, because I experienced things and saw things that I never would have imagined in my lifetime.
But then I came home to drama, hatred, and more stress.
It made me want to jump back on the plane and return to DC.
How much can one person endure? I guess I'm finding out. I'm also finding out who I can lean on in times like this, and it isn't who I thought it would be. In fact, those who I depend on the most are really letting me down.
Sorry for the negativity. It's just running over today. Saaaad face...
