Hi, Life is heavy. It’s good, but it’s heavy. Not heavy like a 60’s groovy kind of heavy, heavy like thick pieces of lead. Wish I got more phone calls, emails, messages in a bottle. Sometimes I feel like I’m a message in a bottle. Wishing someone would pop me open and read me. Being grown up is lonely. Missing adult laughter. Feeling tired. Trying hard. Have lots to share and nothing at all. Wishing I was reached out to instead of feeling like I’m always reaching out. Whiny, tired, no time.
