Inside and Out: This is me. Whatever.
I am relentlessly trying to write about anything or everything but I feel like nothing is going on in my life worthy enough writing about. The only things that I have been thinking about are questions, questions that even until now, I feel are unanswered. Maybe I am just depressed or something, I don't really know. But I can feel it, the emptiness, the sadness, that certain feeling that makes your heart feel crushed slowly. I don't know why I feel this way, to me, I am happy. I have a wonderful man beside me, beautiful kids and a contented life, but I still don't know where it is coming from. I thought that maybe something is wrong with me. I don't know if anyone feels the way like I do, and I can't really tell anyway. I have these thoughts that I somehow cannot express without the fear of being dismissed or not listened to. When I start to tell my partner about things like these, my throat feels clogged up and my eyes just start to swell. I d...
