I want to go home, but then what? I'm so sick of this trip but it changed me for this week, and doing nothing won't do it anymore.
My eyes are too dry too long. I rarely get a cry out of depression, so sorry if you wanted a tears metaphor.
I haven't wanted to use a computer all week and the convention made me disinterested in old friends.
I need a creative outlet.
I need to write or draw.
I need to flex my two favorite assets - my humor and my music. I just don't know how, or if I even can.
Which is worse - the dread of leaving the familiar, or not being able to return?