I’m sitting in my apartment, alone, as rain throws itself hard against my windowpane and I can’t stop crying.
Independence comes with a price.
I scour Facebook newsfeeds and absentmindedly notice how everyone looks so happy, or sad, nothing in between.
The silence is getting to me.
I pick up my Kindle and start to read, a distraction from reality: the “promising” job I applied for turned out to be a scam. (More tears). And I’m supposed to be strong and move on and apply myself harder, spread myself like goat cheese on warm bread, a melty invitation for strength to rest, but this hurts.
And I’m tired.
So I’m going to bed. Maybe, maybe tomorrow the sun will shine again.