Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

The day went well up until tonight. I was at peace and had a really good day. But as the evening wore on it just went downhill. I went tonight hoping to just sit and listen and not be expected to talk. C'est la vie. I really did feel sick and need to sit down. Something in me wanted to call after them "wait!" and cry and ask for a hug. But something in me wanted to push away from them and get away alone. I guess the later won.

There were a few of you, that when asked to describe me in one word, responded with strength. You knew me for years and knew me well. What happened to that girl? The strong one? I wish I could be strong again.