There's a 972 percent chance I'll regret this post in the morning. But right now I feel like letting it out, and it's better here than anywhere else.
I have spent 90 percent of today either in bed, sleeping, crying or just moping. I am deep in the throes of some darkness ... New Year's does it to me every time. Perhaps it's the news that I'm likely unemployed one year from today, or the fact that, yet again, it's NYE and I have no friends to hang with. I have no life, no outside contacts. I had to fill out a form for my pet-sitter when I went home for Christmas and had no local emergency contact.
My family has gone through some serious **** in the past two and a half year, leading to me leaving a job in the Northeast to get closer to home. Don't regret the move at all, but at some point, when you're on your third job in a third state in four years and you're 35, it gets harder to make friends.
So my resolutions for this year: I'm not going to mope about it. It might suck, and I might make a complete fool out of myself, but at some point I'm going to sign up for some classes, or something, that will help me meet people. I don't know how, and I don't know when, and I don't know where. But I have GOT to stop feeling like this, because it's killing me slowly.