Sh*tty.
Disheartened, not understood, uncared about, avoided, hollow, in the way. And they either scream it from the roooftops or don't have the wherewithall to say it.
Ulcer and chest is killing me.
Just like Christmas simple hope and efforts put in to salvage Easter all in vain, feel way worse than if I hadn't tried at all. Really, really really sorry I let myself have hope, let alone not thinking and planning how to execute a back-up alternative plan for my self. Disappointed in myself as I was relying on it to cope under the present circumstances, not cause pain.
Hopeless I guess. Hopeless, sad, exhausted but it's too painful to sleep. Dread. Alone. Yep, not hope-less but hope-extinct.
I feel like I am an anoyance and a burden and an obstacle to others' intentions/ goals. As always.
Gross. Like the people who feel like they need to get in to a tub of bleach.
Thankful I don't have to echo "Happy Easter!

" to 100+ people like yesterday. That's a blessing because I couldn't have withstood it after last night/ this morning.