a traveling man.
I’ve been extremely lucky that feelings of instability and unhappiness are rare for me now, but I really dread waking up when it does. I haven’t even reached the new city and it would be wrong to say that I’m not excited about a new beginning, but it scares me that it has hit me so hard already.
I’ve tried to force some sort of smile, but it isn’t coming easy. Maybe I’ve just had too much time to think. I just need to suck up the fact that I’m leaving so much behind that I’ll never get back. I’m also afraid that I’m just running from good things, which I’m notorious for (I’ll never admit that again…) but I really hope that this is for the better.
I need some sort of support and the one pill that I have left isn’t going to provide it.
August 25, 2008