Sometimes I let myself get really busy.  I don’t know if it is because of the business, or if it would happen anyway, but I also allow myself to go a little crazy.  I sometimes worry that I’m going to break down again.

If I was a car, I would be one that people wouldn’t want to buy anymore.  If someone already owned me, they would keep me working, but I think I would probably be outdated.  My brother has a van of the same year and sometimes I think it is on it’s last leg as well.

I’m not on my last leg, I know that I have far to go, but right now there is just a lot on my plate.  I have moments where I lose myself and I just hope that no one notices.

Sometimes I just need a good hug, not a rushed one.  I have a friend, who is one of the few people who understands, and so I go to talk to him sometimes.  I haven’t in a while because circumstances have changed.  I walked up to him today, forgetting that he will never hug me.  He gave me a high five.  I should go see him soon.

I am working really hard and I have a lot to say, but I can’t currently find the words.  Maybe they’ll come to me soon.  Until then…