Book reviews, film anaylses, and general hysterics from a waitress turned historian.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Sore Spots, Sore Spots Everywhere
Sore Spots. I have Sore Spots everywhere. No, really. Yours Truly is this (imagine a tiniest of spaces) close to a Waterworks Display. I keep reminding myself things are suppose to get easier. That with distance comes healing. That I fell for an idea not reality. And sometimes those reminders pull me back out of the depths of despair. Set me on my feet and put me right again. But not today, today, I hurt.