I know I am different. Not who I was. I may never me the old me but I am working hard on a new me I may not be a better than an old me, me but I want to be a better than now me me. I ask my friends who love me for patience and support. I notice glimmers of new life but then I notice times of insecurity and isolation out of fear and other emotions I can't explain. — feeling hopeful.
Trying so hard...
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Random Musings from Facebook
My random status thoughts and love sent to me by others. Just a glimpse into the madness, sadness, and silliness of my mind.