Lately, life has not been the best. There have been circumstances that are unfortunate, but were out of my control.
It could be something small that sets it off. Small things have a way of piling up to make big scary monsters of a thing.
You imagine yourself to be the one that people come to when they are hurting, when they need a physical diary to write in. You hold the secrets of others that they entrust to no one else.
Coffee brewing in the morning.
You’ve become aware of the people who need to stay in your life, and sometimes those are the ones that need more forgiveness than others.
Just understand that there’s more to what you’re reading than you might think, and that’s the part that’s beautiful.