I don't want to be sat here, in my house, on my own. I want to be somewhere else. I just don't know where that is.
I want to be somewhere that I feel at home. Where I'm with people and feel loved.
I don't want to be here, crying again for either no reason or some stupid reason that makes no sense.
I thought I would have got beyond this by now, but I haven't, I can't.
I just don't know what to do with myself.
Those are the thoughts going through my head this morning.
(I feel like a little kid about to throw myself on the floor and have a big tantrum. heck, maybe I'd feel better if I did!)