Last month was ridiculously an ok month, I guess. And yeah I've found that there's no point in apologizing anymore. Feeling sorry for myself is not even work anyway. I just feel content. I just feel nothing. Empty....
I'm still looking for meaning, here and there, everywhere. I'm still holding on and breathing. I pray, read, write, sing, play ukulele, craft, watch, daydream, sleep, talk, laugh, cry, and watch over the sky.
