A note on eggs.

Whenever I'm back at some irrational low, I look for someone to talk to about it. Because that's what chicks do, you know? They tell someone how they feel and the problem all but solves itself after that.

So I pulled out my list of friends... And one by one, I crossed them off. Perhaps it's my poor friend management, or my inability to open up to new faces... Or maybe I'm just downright shallow. I really couldn't think of anyone to talk with. Outside of those directly involved in the situation.

Oh sure, people will come out of the woodworks when they read this and say "You can always talk to me, Amber!" and "I have your back if you need me!" But that's not the point. I know I've surrounded myself with good people, there's no mistaking that. The only mistake is the one I've made.

I've shut myself away from the world, at least emotionally. I put all my eggs in one basket, as it were, and when the basket falls, all my eggs crack and suddenly, I have no one.

I sincerely hope this is one of those learning processes.