While it is true that after a particularly stressful day, I'd love to just go home and sit by myself and do nothing at all, I didn't have a stressful day today and now I need some social interaction. Today, I went to work, sat at my desk, and watched the clock. Today, I wanted to leave all day because I was tired and bored. But when 4.00 came around, my coworker asked if I was leaving and I had to think about it -- because I used to live near my boyfriend, but now I live an hour away. I just moved yesterday and that was incredibly stressful. And now I don't want to be here. I don't want to be by myself. I am incredibly lonely, sitting in this huge apartment all by myself. I wish there were other people around to talk to, but instead I've got nothing but the whir of my fan to keep me company. I know my boyfriend would rather I stop calling him in tears saying I miss him, and I know my mother-in-law would rather I stop texting her and lamenting about how alone and depressed I feel. I know this. And yet, this is the place I am in today.
I am incredibly anxious about the lack of cleanliness of my new apartment, but I cannot bring myself to clean today. No, today I can merely sit and think and wonder and fear. Today, I miss my boyfriend too much. Today, I cannot bring myself to do anything productive.
Today, I have eaten a muffin and some macaroni. Today, I have drank a 591 mL bottle of Diet Coke. I am essentially too depressed to eat or drink.
I cleaned one fridge last night at 3 AM and the other is half-cleaned now. I have to do my dishes and clean the bathroom, as well as clean my entire bedroom top to bottom before I can start to unpack. Yesterday, I cleaned the walls and a few surfaces before I made my bed. Today, my bed is clean but that's about it. I need to sterilize my desk, closet, drawers, and then I need to unpack.
I'm watching this documentary only because I want to watch something at least sort of educational and the sound from the proper television is too loud for my ears to handle right now. I am having a really hard time dealing with all the new sensory experiences in this apartment; the sound of the upstairs neighbor walking around, the smells coming from the different parts of the living room and kitchen, the burnt out light bulb in the bathroom, and the itchy fabric on the couches.
I hope this gets easier.
I feel "bottom of my soul lonely" today.