It's completely silent here and I hate it. I need something to distract myself, to keep me going until lunchtime comes and I can go talk to my friends. I need music but I can't sing, I need writing but the words won't come, I need a corner I can curl up in and cry but there's nowhere I can do that, not here, not at home.

And there's work I have to do.

What a way to start the week, eh?

Not at home? That seems a bit harsh...

I find that the best thing to do in that type of situation is to focus on whatever work you have to do, although it can be difficult to get the motivation to begin. Perhaps attempt more work than you'll be able to complete in the time you have, so you'll be thinking "only __ minutes left to finish this", rather than "I have to find something to do for another __ minutes". That sometimes works for me...

Well, I hope you feel better soon...

When I need to cry, I need to cry alone. I can't do that at home, I'm constantly being pestered with "what's wrong? come on, what's wrong? you can tell me, really. what's wrong? tell me, come on" and suchlike. My family doesn't seem to get the hint that if I curl up in a corner and cry, or I'm sitting and crying and not seeking human contact, it means I don't want to be hugged or comforted or anything, I want to cry and let it all out so I can go back to a semblance of normality relatively quickly. I know they mean well, but really, I've explained this to them five dozen times.

there's nowhere to lock yourself away? I'm sorry. in all I've gone through, the worst part was always having no place to grieve properly.