Why can't I write now? Why is it so hard? I know there is hurt. I know there is deep longing. I know there is great sadness. But what stops these feelings from making it onto the page?
I'm so scared. Feel so alone.
I have to leave my apartment in a few months. I'm so scared about finding a comfortable new place... a place where I can just let go and relax.... and cry... or feel happy. Feel whatever I may.
If you know a part of your life is going to die…. how can you find peace?
I'm so tired. I don't want to keep fighting, on and on.
I wish someone would cradle me. Please, please, please, please.....