I'm feeling very emotionally volatile. Between writing, this affair, and Occupy Oakland I have a lot inside my head that feels too big to be felt and understood. I'm feeling like there isn't enough of me to go around. I feel conflicted about what I should be doing and where. What is actually a good use of my time? Ugh. So tired. Emotionally tired.
I'm having a hard time finding balance. I wish that I could manage to get the grief struck look off my face. I'm not thrilled with how deep the lines are.