I went on vacation and when I returned I took a nap, got up cooked two meals, and then when it was time for bed, balled my eyes out for three hours.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
I've been down this road before. It isn't the most pleasant. I find myself often nostalgic for something I've never had; looking above for some answer and hearing silence. But I try my best to keep on trucking-a-long.
It's hard.
That's life.
It sucks.
Maybe one day it won't feel this way.
