Oh, where do I start?
I'm still at work. I don't know if I even want to go home at this point in time. So many thoughts in my head, and such a tiny keyboard.
I spout out my musings to internetland, because the saddest thing about being the strong person people to to vent their problems to, is that no one is ever there for you when you need a shoulder to lean on. I suppose that's part of my problem, tonight.
To be honest, I'm really just writing to remind myself that I need to elaborate further later when I have a less maddening means to communicate.
Who knows? Maybe I will.
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