A cup of coffee, another cup of coffee, a cookie for me, granola and yogurt for Ned. We are both somewhere between exusted, disappointed, sad and overwhelmed. I feel like all I want righ now is sit and stare into space, and not interact.
Instead, we talk, about my family, about my dad, about feeling lonely.
I want to cry, but feel like even that, right now, is too much to do. To much to bare.
I wish I could feel happy and light all the time, without remembering the past or worrying about the future.