05.14.12

i've been chronicling my life for years, using up journal after journal. writing down the emotions that seem to overwhelm me until i can't see the end of myself. singing and writing have always been my companions. my drugs of choice. so it's been odd that i haven't been indulging in either of those activities. right now i feel like my life is being swallowed whole by this huge life changing sorrow that i moved down to alleviate. it turns out that you can't help someone out of a bad place unless they want to leave it.