Normal will have its time, it does every other day of the year. But today, I am not okay.
I am not great by any means. Honestly, I still struggle with lies creeping up on me, like an old familiar friend. If you read any type of writing by me depression is evident in my story, but it isn't my story. I'm so much more.
"And Hallelujahs are all aroundbut the roof's caving inAnd Hallelujahs are all aroundHonestly, girl where you been?I know where you've beenI know where you've been"