funk

I am in a funk. Going on about a week or so. I can't shake it. I don't know what has me grasped so tightly that I can't move on and be me, or who I think is me. I wonder if I am the only one in this world, my own little world. Sadness, wonder, happiness, eagerness, bold, bitchy. I can't pick one, they are all warped around me, pulling me deeper. Friends at work notice, family notices and now I notice. I was on the phone with Mom last night and it was like I was on auto pilot. She had more to say then normal. I on the other hand, spoke no more than, "Umhmm, yep, nope, I don't know, nope nothing new, yes I am tired, yes I am stressed. I can't wait to come home in July too." I mean seriously, what the hell is that? I couldn't even carry on a conversation.
I am trying not to drink. I didn't plan to hash this out on here, but shit this is my blog, I can talk how I feel is important. Worried about judgement from others, but that is me. I don't want to escape into a drink all the time and I felt that my path was leading there. ok done with that part of my schpeel.
dead end. so many thoughts. where do I put them. how do I put them. I should just stop, waste of a post perhaps but don't know where else to turn.