Another day, another loved one that you just want to absorb all the bad stuff for. I hear the term “I’m done” too often for my liking. While I try to talk to the loved one about the ship that’s hit the fan, I will try to recalibrate my head too and this song by Fergie has been helping me since I heard it. A lot of promises, broken things that were saidAnd I can’t get out of this bedGot bruises on my heart, plenty scars on my mindGot blisters under the band-aid over my lifeGonna rip it open and show the world what’s there I’m here and it’s still…

There are a lot of things on my brain lately, trying to find meaning in things that don’t quite make sense to me. It’s been a long road to get to where I am today, but it just feels like I’m going in circles most days. Can you tell me when this ride is going to stop? I want to know how it ends. Is my life just supposed to be an endless parade of hard things before it ends, or are these signs trying to tell me something? I have strayed from the path rightly travelled by other people my age. So far so that the maps stopped long…