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 If someone already owned me, they would keep me working, but I think I would probably be outdated.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…