misery.

My heart feels like it has a huge gaping hole in it this morning. I'm so tired, exhausted actually, of "being okay" and keeping it together. I hate where I live right now. No one should hate their home. I'm so homesick, I can't keep it together. The only thing that stops my tears this week is a glass of wine or a cigarette, disgusting.
I'm on the lookout for the cheapest flight, so I can get the hell out of here.
Even if it's just for a few days. I need my damn sanity back.
I'm not sad about a breakup, I'm sad about not having my shit figured out and being back to start all over again.