Going to be moving boxes all day.
Come on June, get here already.
I can’t do much right.
My heart is lost, away at sea. These thoughts and feelings are fleeting. I look for answers in the rearview mirror. Don’t know how to act. Where to turn. I feel like a kid lost in a grocery store. Wandering isles. Other times like s kid who accidentally broke something and is trying their very best to fix it. To put all these broken pieces back together. They just won’t fit. Worn. Sitting in a lake of tears cried over the past year. One just doesn’t know which path to take. There are choices here to make.
It’s amazing how little it takes to make you think less of someone.