somehow i've been able to fake my way through the work day. i highly doubt it's because i have hidden acting talent. when i walk through the door of my apartment at night, i break into body-wracking sobs that i've held in all day long. it's horrible.
and it's only been 3 days.
Labels: life, shattered
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I swear that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Just hang in there.
i'm with suzanne. you can't see it now, but it's there.
praying for you . . .
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