Not another day.

Well I have to go through another day under the sun.  I woke up tired as usual hitting the snooze button about 50 times before dragging my body to work.  I am super sensitive to everything being said, though it's not even aimed at me.  No one has come up to me and told me that I am what I think I am.  Another indication that what I think I am is not really in reality, not at all.   I really dodged a bullet last evening when it came to my addiction, so much temptation to act out and rid the misery only to find more misery is the ironic thing.  Most addictions lead to this.  I've never been able to be comfortable with where I am, these feelings just feel terrible and I want to medicate them away.  Oh well, I don't need to medicate them just live with them.  ack!!!  Scary stuff.