Just a bad day

I went to a church thing on monday night that involved having dinner with a bunch of girls and then some bible study after.

Have you ever sat somewhere and felt totally alone despite all the people around you? That is essentially how I felt on monday.

It wasn't their fault; it was mine. There were just things going on in my life, things that had been happening that day and the day before that had nothing to do with them but conspired make me feel weepy and irritable.

And while they shared and giggled together, my secrets both great and small rose up before my face and I could barely breathe. I could not tell, but holding it all inside got so hard at that point.

I said little but nodded along and tried to paste a concerned/studious look on my face when all I really wanted to do was to run home and hide under my quilt and shiver.

I'm okay. But I think it's going to take alot to persuade me to get out of bed for the next couple of days while I wallow.

Sometimes, a girl just needs bed and a tub of decadent ice cream to help soothe the nerves a little.