The hardest thing to do, is break your own heart

I cried on the way home from work today.  It may be that the weather was perfect, my sinuses were killing me, and I hated being there.  I’m not sure I wanted to go home.  I didn’t know where I wanted to go.  I just feel lonely everywhere.  There’s no connection to anything.  There’s no… Continue reading The hardest thing to do, is break your own heart