Trouble.

The trouble is...I don't have any passions right now.

It's hard to be passionate when there are so many little stressors.

And the little stressors aren't something I can fix.  They are something Magnum has to work on.  And we don't communicate, so it just stresses me more.  Not communicating is my choice tho, because if it's bad, I don't want to know.

I have ideas and plans, but it's so hard to focus on those when the stressors are around every corner.  Stressors that make me sick to my stomach and make my heart palpitate.

Not to even mention, I am not in love with living here in NY anymore.  I mean, how can I plan a garden when I don't even want to be here?  Why do I want to make the place cute, when there's no one to come over and visit?  It's just so frustrating.

Not to mention, I don't have any help.  I mentioned to Magnum over the weekend that I needed help.  I'm pretty sure it fell on deaf ears.

Grrrr.