Point of Disgust

I'm coming down from the weekend. Highs have to be followed by Lows, I guess.

It came on all of a sudden. I had a tremendous friday and saturday. My sunday couldn't have been more relaxed.
Then it set in.
Some harrowing wave of sadness, of lonliness, cold enough to penetrate this heavenly weather.

I start to feel even more alone the more time I spend around my family. (which is odd because I love them.)

Old feelings I haven't heard from for years decided to drop by. They are not particularly welcome. I don't have much more to say than I already have.

Why is it that I always think the worst of what I don't know? Every time I don't get a response from a friend I automatically think they're trying to avoid me. Which may not even be the case, they could have just not heard me, or were too drunk to comprehend more than a fork, or just concentrating on something else.

I like to think those things. But I don't believe myself when I say them. It just reminds me of how different I am from most of the people I know.

I don't feel particularly close to anyone.

Not a soul.

I am very. Very. Sad.