HyperbAllea

I’m kind of surprised at how down I’ve been for the past week. It’s not like me to be depressed or even to worry that much, but that’s exactly what I’ve been doing since the weekend. It’s kind of sad, really, and I’m rather ashamed of myself because I know better than to behave in this way. I feel like a silly kid whining for attention. I guess I just want someone to ask how I’m doing…or ask how my grandpa is doing…or just tell me they’re praying for him. That’s all.

But then it occurs to me that not many people really knew he was having surgery until after the fact, and I haven’t tried to call anyone and tell them what’s going on.

I just want to snap out of this funk soon. I hate feeling this way.

Sidenote: To those of you who have expressed concern, I really appreciate it and it means a lot. I’m not trying to get attention or sympathy here, just trying to get everything out…get over myself, ya know?