Sighs
With my dad dying I’m in this very funny emotional place. I want to talk. And I don’t want to. I’m confused. And I’m bitchy. I’ve pushed people away. I have a really short fuse at the moment. I’m not very good at pain. Sympathy doesn’t help, it just puts me further on edge.
And I’m exhausted. I’m sleeping at 9pm every night. And struggling to get up in the morning. Anyone who knows me knows that’s not me. I don’t do that silly sleep thing. I’m guessing maybe it’s a defense mechanism. When I’m sleeping I don’t have to deal with stuff.
