It is tough to be the solid foundation you are all looking for when all my supports are wasting away beneath me.
I’d hold you strong, babe, if I could, but I just can’t seem to balance on these stilts.
Must be something in the water ’round here because, boy, everyone is sick with the blues. Scratch that. Everyone is sick with the gloomy greys. They are much worse, I feel.
(Maybe when I have a life again, I will be able to expand on the numerous little snippets I have been leaving around like a wussy girl’s drama ridden Facebook status.)