Sometimes it can take a while for events to catch up with you, and then it can take a while to recover.
It's funny how we can see these things head on, but somehow our minds will store pockets of time to deal with at a later date. It's not a conscious thing, it just happens.
It leaves me feeling exhausted and almost completely unable to fathom anything greater than the four walls that surround me. The prospect of leaving this place today is making me feel strange, but I have to, for my own sanity.

It's so dangerous when this happens. So damned dangerous. Desperately trying not to slip too far, trying to keep my head above water and stop the weekend from actually catching up with me. I don't want to feel that kick in the stomach right now.

I'm working on more projects at the moment. I'll probably post them on here in time, though my stuff on here is pretty unpopular so I don't think there's much pressure to do so really.