Just what is personal happiness?

Does it even exist? Things have been so....crazy...lately. Having trouble coping with all the frustrations. What to do? Who to talk to? Nothing. No one. Wait out the storm, and know there isn't any one person in this world who truly understands me. How egotistical that sounds. But it's the truth...my truth. In the end...isn't it our own personal truths that build our life.

Work is nuts. So much to deal with. The one girl friend I've finally acquired after all these years will no longer be part of my everyday life once I move. No more pedicures after work. No more chai teas at lunch while talking about all the ways our boss screws up. I'm facing starting over, in everything, and it scares me beyond anything I've ever known before.

I'm tired.