I find myself silently weeping, weeping,
In time to the metronome tick of the rain,
I can't find the place where the tears first began,
But they won't be denied or disclaimed.
Pain was my friend once, my proof of existence,
Tears were the banners I flew in defiance,
But now as I silently, silently weep,
I'm cold and I'm weary and lost.
-M. Statham 2015
Siiiigh. not my best day. The weather's changing, so my everything hurts. It was never in my aspirations to become a human barometer. This will get better, right? I'll stop feeling so...broken? I know that life's not fair, but there's still a part of me bellowing 'This is too much! IT'S NOT FAIR!' How do I come to peace with that? How do you?