These are dark, dark days. Today I spent crying, in between interviewing, thinking how i'm going to do it on $10/hour. Wondering why growth requires change. Finding myself upset at people that care about me. Yet still keeping the world at a distance.
I know I'm vague. I don't care. I will eventually come completely clean but by that point you would have guessed.
I feel like I'm dying. I feel like every dream, every hope, every chance is dying. I ache the way I ached when my uncle died. Like the bottom fell out of my world and my equilibrium is shot. I don't have any where to grasp.
I can't even effectively blog about this.
I wish I had consoling words. I feel like anything I might try and say would be empty since you don't know me, and I don't know you and I don't know what's wrong.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to say someone out there is sending good thoughts and hoping you find some solace in this crazy effed up world.
Ro - Sometimes it's as simple as saying hi because there are no right words. The silence the search for right words creates is more damaging. Thank you.
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