The morning came again. Though this morning, my thoughts were less about him and more about how I feel about me. How did I get to this low place? Where is my self esteem? My mojo? It’s supposed to be getting better. I though, if I had to describe myself, what would I say? I gave it a few tries and stopped.

Maybe it’s just that time of the month, maybe it’s the realization that time marches on and I am unable to. I feel the pressures of waisted time, I feel the bitter sting of rejection, I feel hopeless in my own skin. I feel sad and angry with myself for not being able to absorb the love and encouragement of the people who care about me.