I told some new friends last night that I’m struggling with some sadness – the death of some hope, the grief of some disappointments. It’s not depression – because trust me, if anyone knows depression, it’s me – it’s just sadness. For some legitimate reasons.
Sometimes life is just sad.
Don’t you sometimes wish that your old broken heart could just be made into something new?
(I’ve written about this before – but back then, I was a much better writer. This girl’s getting rusty. Thanks for still reading anyway.)