Monday could not have crept by any slower than it did. All I wanted to do was get back to work because that’s the last place the world made sense. And now I’m here, and I can’t stop staring out the window wishing I was somewhere — anywhere — but here.
I don’t know if it’s because I was on such a high when I fell that makes this low seem so low.
All I know for sure is I don’t think I’ve ever been more sad.
