A hint of hope

Today was another one of those horribly hormonal days. I actually cried at work. Sure, I passed it off as allergies (or maybe my co-workers, out of pity, played along) but the tears were dripping. What was I crying about? I don't know. Life. Hating life.

Not even the knitting went well. I had to frog the beanie I was trying to knit. Dropped the tangled yarn in some corner and tried to forget about it.

All the while I thought, I don't want to live like this. I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be depressed. I want another way.