28-11-11

I took today off work. I need time alone. I hate work. I can't do it any more. I can't tell you what it's like because you'll never believe me. Everyone thinks that I should stop feeling sorry for myself, but they just don't get it. I used to be like them. I lived it for  sixteen years. It's so different now. I can't explain it. It's like if you saw a color that no one else had ever seen and you then tried to describe it. It's like that.