look up to the skies and see
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. Nothing really matters.
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. Nothing really matters.
I desperately need to vent, to rant, to scream, to cry. All of this. There is no space for it. Nothing safe. I can’t write what I want here, because it’s too public. I don’t have friends I can talk to about these things. I can’t afford a therapist. Facebook or twitter? More public. What […]
Every winter when the days get short my mood is slammed by a ton of bricks and this winter is no exception. Sentiments like “count your blessings” or “you have it really good” or one of the worst “gawd has a plan” only make it worse. Many times I feel like the only reason I’m […]