when was the last time you cried because you felt like it? not because you sprained your ankle or you injured your wrist or simply just had a bruise but rather, just cried out of the mere fact that you felt like it.
it's been a while since i cried because i felt like it. it's been awhile since i was even strong enough to cry. cry not because i was betrayed, hurted, trampled over or misunderstood. cry because it was time to cry. cry because i wanted to. cry because i needed to shed that wall i've been trying ever so shakily to support. cry because i knew it would do me good.
i'm keeping this post short. hiatus was fun but spiritually draining at the same time. i guess blogging was a drug to release everyday stress and when you cut my source, it becomes so tiring and so reluctant to face every day. sometimes, i pray for a good day. sometimes, all i pray for is a day without pain. sometimes, all i want is to genuinely smile. sometimes, i don't get any of it at all.
i have a feeling, i'll be sleeping good tonight. welcome back, whitney.
love xoxo.
