I am not okay at this point.
I am bummed out. (euphemism)
I do stuff I enjoy; I do things to keep myself occupied.
I am doing my best to take all of this emotion and confusion and whatever else is left behind, and I am trying to burn it up in new efforts and endeavors.
... but I just get bummed out because you aren't there anymore to share it all with.
I've been told I'll be okay.
I'll be okay.
I guess.
I am still at an utter loss.
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