pupcakes

Well, I can't say the day started off bad, because it didn't. And I can't say that it's bad right now, because it isn't. Yet, I can't help but feel overwhelmed, nauseous, restless, hungry and brimming with tears. Perhaps it's the move tomorrow. Perhaps it's budgeting. Or perhaps there is an unseen, but felt, presence of something bad to come. I don't know. All I know is, I can't shake it. I can't shake this sickness and my body is so tired, though I've had plenty of rest. I miss kickboxing. I miss Boomer. I had so much to write about today, but now all I can do is sit and stare at the floor. I hate feelings of hopelessness.