I don’t know anything other than that I am lost. I was briefly found, but lost has largely been my life. I don’t expect anyone to read this. I sort of hope someone does and I sort of hope no one does. I feel compelled to write as I once did. I feel the need to purge. I was hoping this would be anonymous, but it’s been a long time since I’ve used Word Press or any other blogging site for that matter and it looks like things have changed. I should probably stop. I should probably do a lot of things, but I am at a loss.
Life Lost
A Journal of Losing and Being Lost
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