I feel kinda like the people in the song Eleanor Rigby. I'm writing my little blog and no one reads it, like the priest writes his sermons but no one comes to listen.
I'm sad. Things have been rough for me lately and I'm trying to put a brave face to the world. I can't write as if nothing's going on but I can't really write the truth. I feel stuck and the ways to get out are scary. Really scary. I'm getting stronger, though. I will probably have to do some things that are really difficult, not only for me but for my kids. In the end, I think we'll all be better for it but I don't know for sure. I wish I had a crystal ball. Maybe I need to go see a psychic. I wish I was psychic. Or maybe not. I'm so confused.