I’m sitting on a couch that I’m sleeping on temporary for the past 3 weeks.
When you have to be strong for yourself…
Some days I wake up and I want to cry, but all the things that make me believe that it would be weak of me to do so prevents the tears.
This has been one of the toughest chapters in my life.
This has to be the loneliest I ever been. The world isn’t against me but the world is testing me.
I’m seeking a level of attention that I can’t say out loud. Instead I hide behind my attitude, my frustration, my bottled emotions.
I keep hearing it will get better but I just keep telling myself, just one more day.