Dysfunctional Dreamer

Cry For Help

I am so sick and tired of this. I am so sick and tired of the weather, after being blessed with a week of warm sunshine, it's gone to being bleak,cold and shite again. I am so sick and tired of myself, sick and tired of feeling like shite.

But then again, you walked past me on Saturday and we met in the middle, we talked and you held my hand. And yesterday, you held me so close I couldn't breathe. Parts of ourselves are broken, but slowly, we shall mend them.
But mended things never get put back together the same way again.
Or do they?

posted by nori_b @ 12:22 PM