Weather the storm

It's been a funny week. I feel like everyone is feeling the residual effects of friday the 13th. My shift lead came in to work today and told me that he wanted to go home and curl up into a ball. Really? Finally, a way I can relate to the guy. I think my viola major friend is feeling it, too. The bullshit at her house is taking it's toll. This whole month has been very trying. I feel like I've been learning to thrive on misery. Or at least in miserable situations. Maybe this weird feeling is the reason he wanted to talk to me. This whole situation is so wrong. At the very core. If I could just start over, it would be great. I wouldn't make the same mistakes. I would learn from new ones.