I feel blah.
I know to put on a strong, happy face for the world to see and I do a good job of it.
But I feel so blah.
I have no direction.
I have little hope.
And yet I continue to carry on.
What would happen if I just stopped trying? Would things really get that bad?
It may sound dramatic, but all I have is a cat.
A cat and pain.
Happy happy, Joy joy!
