Second best sucks

You hear the voices droning on, but your entire being is focused on the disappointment. So strong, you can taste it. Filling you, driving everything else out of your mind. All your energies channeling into that single pin point of hollowness, crashing all around you. It robs me of my ability to join Guy in his pithy swearing. He's packing up and heading home. I'm already home. All those hours... for nothing. Life may not be a destination, but there are times when the journey just doesn't cut it. Not if you can't continue with it. There will be different journeys, but so far 2010 has turned out to be debilitating. Left standing spinning your wheels, all around, everywhere. Work, home, life. Looks like this might be the year I should've just stayed in bed... :(

Faintly metallic, in case you were wondering...