Worn and Off Balance

Do you know what it's like to feel an overwhelming urge to just be noticed? Like you're standing there invisible. What it's like to dress up, to want to be seen for once, but hardly anyone does. What it's like when you're tired and confused and grumpy and a tiny bit broken and nobody can see, because you're too good at hiding. But who could you tell, how would you say it? By blogging, I guess. It's a good thing this blog is for me and not for readers, though it may be read, because the image I've presented is pretty pathetic isn't it. But I'll get through it. I'll sleep tonight. Go to the temple tomorrow. I'll make it through this. I'll be myself again, my good self and not this sad and worn version, though in some ways, this is the truer one.

Good night, and remember to always hug your friends, because you never know what battles they're fighting.