It could be better. It should be better. So much going for it this time. So many lessons learnt or so they ought to have been.
And I'm back where I was. Sitting on a chair alone in the middle of the night listening to Good Riddance pretending I don't care.
When I'm sixty I'll be listening to them fuckers and pretending I don't care.
There are days when it's hard to find reasons and there are days like today when you just cruise along looking for whatever finds you.
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Hugs, sweetie. Hope it passes soon.
Hugs, Sue. Hope you are ok by now. If not, take care.
"This too shall pass..."
Remember that one ?
Hugs. Hope you are feeling better.
Sunayana, if it is bothering you this much, it matters, and you do care. I guess that's why things are so hard. You're strong. Stay that way. Take care.
hope things look up soon.
Everybody -- Thank you. I'm OK now. I really appreciate the rallying round, you know.
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