It is one of those nights. I hate them, but it seems lately they are piling up. I feel my connections have been severed and I am too weak to know how to reconnect. I question who I am and my relevance. I am not sure if I should call it self pity or just call it lost.
I usually don't share in such a raw way. My personal emotions are channeled through my poetry and I don't openly say, "Hey, I am hurting like hell. Does anyone hear me?" I will do like I always do think of others who have it much worse and put on that stiff upper lip and rally. I will won't I?
I still have my diary from when I was a teenager...it was mostly, "I am too fat" and "I wish I had a boyfriend." I wish I could go back and tell that silly me that life would get so much harder so hold on tight to that roller coaster.
I better call it a night or I should say morning. I need to rest up for that pep talk I need to give myself tomorrow.