I wanted to write something yesterday, but did not have the time. Well, I did, I just did not feel like it. I am blue again. I know this story might sound repetitive, but it is a chapter in my life that I have not been able to leave in the past. So, where to start? I will do so by saying that maybe this won;t be read by many people outside, but it is a way for myself to express what I feel. I am no longer looking for compassion or pity, this time I am searching for an answer, but then again, there is only one person that holds the truth and I probably won't ask her which one is it.
So today is Tuesday, I wrote my last journal on Monday, that