Around and around and around we go.

I sat down with wine and good intentions for this blog. I traded the wine for water, and the good intentions for a half- assed representation of how heavy my heart is tonight.  I just don't think I can even accomplish that. I am miserably sick and plain out exhausted. I won't get into how long I've been staring at this screen trying to find the words to share with you what I want so desperately to get off my chest. I just want someone to tell me that everything will be ok, and that I shouldn't worry. I want to know that love is enough, and love will get us through whatever life hands us. I just need to know that this isn't for nothing. I am too in love to let it go, but I fear that I might have to do just that. Stay tuned and maybe tomorrow if I feel like crawling out of bed I will start from the beginning and fill you all in. Until then, read this short excerpt from The Perks of Being a Wallflower:

 
"It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things. I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it's okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite."

Goodnight, lovelies.