Sad

It's not one day at a time, its one second, one breath, one movement. It has been an incredibly hard four days. It seems as if many people I know are on edge. I blame the change of the season. Spring marks the beginning of new life and it's difficult when watching what you love die as everything else begins to bloom. It's exhausting trying to put a positive spin on everything, I know how gloom this will sound, but I think sometimes you must accept being sad and take the time to mourn your dreams deferred, happy ever after postponed.