I think sometimes you have to have a little breakdown to remind yourself that you aren’t in charge of this life. I had one of those today, I’m so sad about things that don’t really matter, for no reason other than to be in a funk I suppose. You sit there and tell yourself that no one cares enough to ask you whats wrong but you aren’t asking the right person. How do we make it on our own? I’ve literally not spoken to anyone besides family for a good month or two, or six…we don’t make it on our own…No one was made to be an island, and that’s easy to forget especially when we surround ourselves with “friends” that make us feel like islands. As if our problems are not important, because we are not important to them. Yeah, but we seem to forget the most important person, the one that never ghosts us, the one that never leaves our side, our savior is the only one who can save us from ourselves.