Friday, March 16, 2012
Stir, Stir
I'm scared. Right now I'm okay, it hits me more so now and again, but overall, I'm okay. Yet, I know that it's just stirring underneath, sleeping, waiting for the right moment to come and and shatter my life again, make me not want to, unable to, get out of bed again. I can only hope for the best.
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That kind of fear is definitely the worst. And I really hope you get through it (despite knowing that it will inevitably return in the unforeseen future...) Oh, the sombre see-saw of life. X
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