sigh

This one isn't so positive. I apologize in advance. I'm tired.

Just like last time, I have still yet to write about my trip to Toronto. Lots of great things happened, more are possibly on the way and yet, I don't talk about it. It's special. I want to keep it secret. I want to keep it safe. I want to see the looks on my friends' faces when I tell them.

But today, I am tired.

I am so ready to move on. I am so ready to be done with the things in my life that I don't like. I know, this is nothing spectacular. People go through this everyday. It's called being an adult, or at least, a grown up. Like I've said before, I am taking the pain now as opposed to later. I wasn't too thrilled about it in the beginning and now, it's a little more than I feel like facing.

Even as I write this, I know that I should just shut up. It will pass and I'll feel better.

Eventually.

Maybe as soon as January. Maybe it won't be until March. That's not very long. But when you feel stuck and you have for a while, even one more week seems endless.