I'm struggling, y'all. And I feel so stupid talking about any of it. There is absolutely nothing going on in my life that isn't as sweet as a breeze coming through the white lace curtains in the window over the bed.
Not one damn thing.
Hell. I wish I COULD point to something and say, "There, that's it. That's why I feel this way."
But if there is, it's so far back and so far deep that it's not even visible from here.
But I'm here and I plan to be here tomorrow, too.
Fuck crazy. Fuck crazy and the black dog it rode in on.
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