Delicate

It was my first day back at work today after recent troubles of a house kind; and I was feeling kind of reticent and delicate. I have spoken so many times to so many people about the troubles it made me feel dizzy; the world seemed to be spinning at twice its' normal speed. 

The last thing I really needed was for a colleague to start prying and questioning me about it, so what happens? Yes, it happens!

Where have you been? What happened? If I was you I'd have done, and so on......

I was in no mood at all to discuss anything in relation to this, it's all I've done for the past two days and nights - it has been all encompassing. I tried to block the questions out, I gritted my teeth but it did not do the trick. I could feel the pressure building up within me and not wanting to lose my cool I walked out of the room in silence. 

It put me in a bad mood for most of the day - I did not speak to anyone, I did not want to speak to anyone, I stared blankly into the distance. The solace did me good, I eventually started to lighten up, although I only spoke when I felt it necessary. 

I knew that today of all days I needed space and time but, well it's over now, tomorrow is a brand new day.