A dark cloud has followed me all day.
But it’s worse than that. It’s more like a dark monster — spewing its foul hot breath down my neck — just waiting for its chance to devour me.
I’ve come to a restaurant where I haven’t been for a long time. I didn’t really want to deal with anyone I know, but I felt too restless to go home. I’m sitting next to a huge window with a view of a beautiful sunset on the horizon, but I don’t even feel like walking outside to take a photo.
The glorious red sky doesn’t match the blackness I feel inside.
It’s not depression that I feel. This sort of darkness is different. It’s more like hopelessness. It’s the feeling that I’ve been running a race — pushing toward the prize I needed with all my heart — and then finding that I’ve been running in a big circle. It’s the feeling that my time has been wasted. That I’ll never have what I’ve been chasing.
When I woke up this morning, I remembered a dream — a vivid night drama that had awakened me in the wee hours and made me feel terribly alone.

In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral
I want to live a life my kids will want to emulate as they grow up
Left’s refusal to criticize Obama because he’s black is simply racist
The Alien Observer: The blind are leading the blind
What do we prove with huge houses we can’t afford to pay for or even fill?
Pretty much everyone shrugs at my most life-changing discovery
‘Run away with me?’ I couldn’t accept her offer, but I wanted to