Archive for March 19th, 2008

So he asked me, “Are you doing OK? Are you adjusting, are you OK?”

“Sure, yeah, no problem.”

I hate to lie, I am sitting here in tears. I’m a woose. No, I’m not doing OK, I lied. All my life I have tried to be strong and have been strong. These past few years, I have been strong to the world but a collapsed marshmallow inside. I hate being strong. I want to be weak and wail – but to what avail?