OK

I am finding keeping promises difficult today. All I can do is breathe, surviving is the only option for now. Perspective is a bitch, moments like this just flip the entire world on its head and I can see all the mistakes I've made, raw and loud. I have chosen spikes over company for too long to feel sorry for the emptiness around me, and that is OK. Right or wrong, this is the life, and the solitude, I carved for myself. And still, today, the weight of months of worry, of all this sadness, this grief, found me so painfully alone.But that is OK. I will sleep and dream and then I will open my eyes in the morning and awake and continue finding ways to keep moving. If I stop I lose. It is dark, and it is only me in this room right now. But that is OK. I will be ok...