Changes, changes…

Sometimes, everything just comes apart, turns inside out. And there’s nothing that can be done about it.

This is where I am now. My life is slowly, yet inevitably, crumbling. I am trying to see the good sides of it, hope for the best and believe it will all work out in the end.

My silly heart isn’t helping at all. It’s suffering. It’s in pain. It’s bleeding and falling apart in slow motion.

Things will be OK in the end, I keep telling myself.

They will be. They have to be.