I know this is a new year, the first clean sheet out of the 365 that I’m going to write on.

I should be opening this up with an enthusiastic and energized mood, but I really can’t.

I am trying hard not to complain, but I am still struggling with living in the new place, so worn out from work, and I really miss my home.

I am trying hard not to complain, but then nothing comes out of my mouth, I dazed out and move spiritless.

I am second guessing my decisions as I try to find my new balance and I loathe myself for it.

This is so wrong.