We all have a point right, where we feel saturated and stretched to our limits. Nothing really holds a candle to the glum you feel all over and around. And let me say, it feels pathetic to be in the middle of it. Knowing what you have to do and having a plan that could very well work but lacking the will to take one step ahead and then onward forward. It irritates.
It’s all black and so blank. I’m afraid I’ve lost the knack to find positivity and in this blackness, I’m fumbling around to get a touch of it. Desperately!