I am having one of those nights where I just feel empty. I spent the majority of my day in bed because when I was up and awake, I couldn't feel anything but emptiness. It is like there is a pit where the essence of me should be. I hate it because it leads to unproductive days and I am so hard on myself when I don't do what I planned on doing. I just feel like a failure. I am hoping that as the pandemic eases up that my life will be able to pick up as well. I have been rejected from so many jobs and I am hoping that I get something soon. I just can't keep working at this place. I wish I knew what to do. All I can do is keep going, I guess.
Sorry, this blog has quickly become my journal to just be open and vulnerable.