Well, here we are again.
Staring the worst week in the face.
I've got my imaginary boxing gloves on
and I'm fighting the awful memories
and the good ones too
of this worst week.
There will be no winner in this game, only losers
and that loser will be me.
Life hasn't gotten any less complicated since I last wrote. In fact, more so in some ways.
I am so emotionally spent that I can't even think anymore. I have a million and one thoughts in my head and I can't make sense of any of it. I can't seem to take action on any of my thoughts because I barely complete it before another thought occupies its space.
One step at a time I guess, is what they say, but the question is in which direction do I take these steps?
All I know is, right now, all I want is you, and you're gone.
And I'm facing Worst Week alone.